Funny Money - A Short Story
Afternoon hung low and I gathered myself for a two-and-fro out the door. With 20 in my pocket from the night before, set out to exchange this dough for some more. Roll into the store and order #4, just like every time before. Surprise. Man told me get out, once more, or he’d call in the size by the door. Turns out, this 20 was funnier than Cosby before… well you know, it don’t matter no more. Dejected, took my money back to the bank. Showed it to the clerk, said something here ain't straight. She said I guess it smells just a little bit funny… Honey must by kidding cuz that 20 fucking stank! Told me could do nothing, that’s the risk of buskin, and get out before you get busted for hustlin’. As I walked back home, I past the liquor store. Decided try my luck, even the score. Handed over the bills to the man… “Boy you must be kidding cuz this money fucking stank!” Words rang in my head…I still wanted that drank.