Setting; two
middle-age men sit on the corner of a busy street in New York, 1975.
Bill;
So, you feeling like getting a nice
lunch today? We could get a couple sandwiches down at the Salt and Pepper.
Greg;
I would, but I ain’t got the cash.
Bill;
Aww, that was sounding so good though! A
nice warm Rueben or something. Those were always the best back in the day.
Greg;
Stop bringing it up. I’m hungry as hell
too, but I ain’t had the cash for that in years, and you know that. Not all of
us can find a job like you.
Bill;
Yeah, yeah, I know that. Just wishful
thinking I guess.
Greg;
Well that’s good and all, but wishful
thinking doesn’t put food in my belly or cash in my wallet.
Bill;
What about a guy like that? He can’t
fill your stomach but something tells me he could give you some green.
[Greg leans forward, looking down the
street]
Greg;
Real city slicker like that, I bet he
could. He’s sure got a nice suit and a pair of shiny shoes.
Bill;
Let’s grab a few bucks then, yeah? Maybe
pull the ol’ shoe shine on him?
Greg;
Nah, he’s a younger guy, late twenties
I’d say. Too young and well-off to have seen any action. Let’s give him a story
he’ll remember, ya?
Bill;
Story time it is then!
[Bill and Greg wait for the man to walk
up to them. Bill pulls of his hat, holding it upward like a bowl]
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