Monday, January 10, 2011

Dear Money,

I have never been comfortable around you. I've emptied my wallet and pockets of you at every opportunity. No one accumulates a significant amount of you without getting blood on their hands. Evil is too simple a word for what you do. The destruction you cause. The sins you commit. But I have come to understand that you are a necessary evil. The absence of you, the continual shortage of you, does not allow someone to live up to their potential. So I will start allowing you into my life Money. But on my terms. As long as you're with me you'll have a conscience. You'll be benevolent. You'll do some good. You son of a bitch.

Sincerely,
PC

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