Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Money

I make the money. Not the money you think of first, the obvious money. They wouldn't need me for that.

When I worked at the local newspaper, I gathered up the misprints, the ones that ran before they stopped the press, and sold them for three bucks a pop, which is a killing. Misprints like, “Spacious 2br apt, enclosed patio with huge dick,” and “Mayor outlaws unleashed poets,” and “Local Lesbians Come out to Audition.” That last one ran lede-story on Sunday. One thousand papers and I sold them all.

Read the rest at Cavalier Literary Couture: http://www.cavalierliterarycouture.com/online/pg1/3%20Short%20Pieces/

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