On the fourth of July Charley had quit stealing. He met three beautiful sisters at the park who seemed oblivious to his disabilities. They made feel normal which gave him hope. Now he wondered what to do with himself.
Charley had enough money to last a lifetime. He wanted to tell his victims that he was sorry. He sent each one a letter of apology and a check. How did he know they wouldn't turn him in? They never did and he was greatful.
Now Charley started over. He went to law school. He became a smiling guy! He married Simone and lived happily ever after with her mom buying his wardrobe.
The end.

Silliness is Rags' speciaty. His act had him running in front of bulls wearing a barrel. Ladies laughed, gents giggled, kids kackled. Rags likes the attention but he wishes for admiration. Privately Rags speaks of leaving he circus. He feels safe there and his skills offer few job chances. One day Rags will go but luring him today is laughter in the ring. The end.

Rusty and Rags are sometimes friends. This on again off again relationship was a source of nightly discussion that entertained their fellow clowns. They needled each other mersilessly. They constantly bickered. Rusty knew Rags buttons like the back of his hand. Rags wasn't willing or able to stop taking the bait. One day Rusty rustled Rags' steers leaving Rags without an act. Rags got manic and snapped. He lept off the high wire without a net. Rusty strapped Rags to a board and rushed his sometimes friend to emergency. Rags spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair being pushed by Rusty. The end.

I'm hoping my blog will lead to a screenplay, so I'm able to be rich like Charley without having to con anyone.

Living in New York is great. I'm so happy I'm here.

I love Viscardi.

Charley lost hope when finishing his day alone. He grew morose, sluggishly numbing himself with scotch and quietly slipping into slumber. Night brought torment and terror, fear of needing help that never arrived. Morning loomed darker dimmer dawning slowly knowing his fears unfounded. Murkiness yielded to doing his daily therapies.

Charley spent the morning trying to make contact within the neural network. Some sporadic success surfaced. Lunch torched his dream, drooled out with mousse he wanted to swallow. Soon the urge to go to the office returned. Then Charley began his process of signing over money from unsuspecting women to his growing portfolio.

His investments would always be there, long after these women lost interest in Charley. He thought of making money a substitute for making friends. The right moment when he opened the mail made him almost believe it. Charley longed for love, for life, for limitless leeching. Someday he would have it all but for now he dreamed of Abby and served himself another.

The end.