The Old Man and the Wealth of Nations

this old man walked up to me upon exiting the restroom at the entrance of a clinic and asked me if i’d read the wealth of nations by adam smith – i responded i had not as he seized the reigns of the conversation guiding us on a torrential path careening headlong into the rocks…

American Imayo

you need to go make money – i must never stop offered unto the dollar – nameless worker bee utilitarian cog – in a cruel machine everything and more’s for sale – nothing excepted

Low End High Roller

there’s this sinister part of me a part which takes a sick kind of joy in watching these people scurry like mad children across the floor – they come here to live a fantasy and they believe that fantasy – they feed the house their every cent cashing checks and taking out advances with the…