The Third Eye
Sadly, you decide that a roof over your head is more important than some girl you just met, no matter how awesome she seems. You set the money aside, you need to get back out there and make some more, but right now you're too bummed.
You sit there on the couch for a long while, all alone and thinking of Becky. When you are finished you zip your pants back up and walk over to the kitchen to wash your hands. You imagine the real thing would be much better, but you can't think of that now. You have to make the rent.
Back outside you go looking to swindle some fools with money, or at least tell fortunes to those who are willing to give. You look around and see short bulldog of a man walking towards you. He is dressed in a suit and you get the impression he's loaded with cash. Looking into his eyes confirms it and also tells you taht he won't be interested in your parlor tricks. He will have to be swindled if you want his money. His name is John. He's a banker with a tight grip on his wallet.
Not far behind him is an older woman who looks ripe for the picking. You're quite sure she'll jump at the opportunity to have her fortune read, and based on her attire you are almost certain that you can charge near double the normal fee. She misses her children who don't call or write. Her name is Madeline.
Which one do you prey upon?
You sit there on the couch for a long while, all alone and thinking of Becky. When you are finished you zip your pants back up and walk over to the kitchen to wash your hands. You imagine the real thing would be much better, but you can't think of that now. You have to make the rent.
Back outside you go looking to swindle some fools with money, or at least tell fortunes to those who are willing to give. You look around and see short bulldog of a man walking towards you. He is dressed in a suit and you get the impression he's loaded with cash. Looking into his eyes confirms it and also tells you taht he won't be interested in your parlor tricks. He will have to be swindled if you want his money. His name is John. He's a banker with a tight grip on his wallet.
Not far behind him is an older woman who looks ripe for the picking. You're quite sure she'll jump at the opportunity to have her fortune read, and based on her attire you are almost certain that you can charge near double the normal fee. She misses her children who don't call or write. Her name is Madeline.
Which one do you prey upon?