COURT DECIDES: DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE STREET TO TEAR DOWN THE WALL?
Genious chemist, who converts baked dough into a big money column to fix the wall at Wall Street, slams Bottom Rock with a big ink and paper suit for a News backup fraud..claim stands of fraud, wasted funds ...
"Money is transient now days" I thought as I passed the news stand. The papers reflected in my eye. The metal construction of the vending machine..a dime a dozen-fify on each street corner..if someone has money to make ten thousand newspaper stands at $500.00 as piece, why am I scambling for pennies-five hundred is a lot of money, and it looks like some of the stands were very weathered - unvalued as if they grew on trees at five hundred a piece, fixtures on the busy streets and corners- a million dollars worth of carefully engineered metal every ten miles- and not a sole would miss three out of ten- or $1,000 of $5,000 of the cost, if $250,000 worth of invisable metal weren't there.
What I could do with $250,000(big bills) no one notice even exist. And I don't have two hundred fifty thousand dollars or two hundred dollars. People can't eat newpapers, pay a restuarant bill with old ink and metal or drive around in a Cadillac if they spent 250,000 on extra news stands Not only not fair, I'd live my life as a waste disposal for newstand waste , as a one way bank depository, that only dispenses into my estate, cadillac and stomach; and everyone stay happy too, with a little more money in my hands from the newspaper stand.
But who cares if I'm happy-rather waste their dough sell overdone faces and pictures of world money races-than... put some of those capital investments in some capitol places.
"Hey dog" want a loaf of bread-look like you ain't ate. That's OK(no mayo and meat), and loaf of bread, I'd have to cart around all day alone-"breads hard eat alone-a bread sandwitch looks alike a newstand to me, and a fortune spent on ten instead of seven with three left over wasted innert metal stands and newspapers." I think they all know also the waste but how do you get one whole dough meat and mayo sandwitch into a hand... would still leave seven metalized news vendors push a pusher round...as could any a good investment, like givng money to education. All I'm pushing for is money not coke, but coke-a- cola, mayo salami and rye. Big news looks like an estimated zero risk and an over-kill everyone spends their money for, instead send a collegate loaf expert to manage the starving Chineese division of Hausewalds, Fat Caterer Fat Deli Restuarant Businesses and World Food Outlet. Would feed all not just my self.
And I took the big French Rye from the guy, finished looking over the headlines in the news box and headed down the street, a' lay in the field a while, trying to make a plan to get some bread or take a nap if the bugs didn't bite in the dry field; and fell a sleep...
And I had fell asleep and had awoke not knowing if a day or hour had passed and went to see if the news headlines were new. I had slept two hours and I was hungary for a smoke. Went off to the corner again to raise funds for cigarettes and a meal with the big loaf of rye still in my hand. People seem to give more if you've already got some bread. I raised twenty dollars in an hour, lit my cigarette, finished my sandwitch, and tried to munch on the bread the guy gave me earlier, but could not digest it.
Blah, bread, water and a life hard labor getting street change. If I had picked a life, and tested it to see if it was shit(looks like shit, tastes like shit, feels like shit); if I were a hiring employer, I'd of tossed it back again on the ground, myself, and found someone fortune some real bread. And I headed home after my days labor.
Rounded the corner where the local gangs always made me nerveous, where I passed the only all night restuarant on my way home, I bought some cigs and was leaving for when I was accosted-my loaf of bread still in my hand, the corner of the bag seemed to have protruded, as I rounded the main corner, right into the face of a drug soliciting gang member. "What do want-pot, cavier, clonopin?" He was approaching fast and looked angry. In reply I said "nothing". "Whats in the bag?"
"Just a loaf of bread...want some?" His anger mellowed, "na" and I walked on.
If it's bread in the bag, you can can count on the chicken's crossing the street again each time.
What'd happen if you put a loaf of bread in anews stand instead of news. You might read the chicken standing on each corner, and the loaf not get robbed, and I'm sure there be only seven stands, three drug dealers instead of ten standing on the corners, but no pot for chicken loafs cavier, and maybe a smoke for the dope.
But, if a land of chickens keep the loafs' tightly poor packages, bags, and pockets, on a rope, only a poor chicken..always a poor chicken on one side of the wall and a shiney metal news fixture on the other-costs more than the words, ink, and paper fraud pay a poor chicken his bread a' cross the road.
Marvin Eli Kirsh