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TITLE (EDIT) Too Big To Fail
DESCRIPTION When does the boy father of the man grow up to being? [709 words]
TITLE KEYWORD Comedy
AUTHOR Jerry Vilhotti
ABOUT THE AUTHOR I (Jerry Vilhotti) live with my very understanding wife, living with a writer you know, in a simpler place in time among the Litchfield Hills and we both helped in bringing into the world three children of whom we are very proud. [January 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (3) A Literary Collage: Five Tributaries (Short Stories) A newish art form [1,938 words] [Drama] Just A Bloody Card Game (Short Stories) A strorella. [979 words] Little Lord Faunty (Short Stories) Trying to find a place not too crowded .... [1,185 words] [Mystical]
Too Big To Fail Jerry Vilhotti Byrom Hoover Bush still wasn't a matriculated student at Cleveland University though he'd been trying for two years going two nights to sit like a third class citizen in one of the chairs perhaps that many of the presidents sat in coming from the great state of "Fat Ballots", Ohio but he disliked very much as his father "the Old Warrior did FDR a betrayer of his high station in life that his supporters lied about his saving the nation's economic, social fabric while surviving a world war that had the whole nation making sacrifices - unlike in the future when the rich and worshipers of money did not want to pay their fair share of taxes and making sure their sons - whom they were afraid would take away their fortunes and not allowed to go to a pharo heaven with all their material stuff with them mansions, cars and all - were deferred from going to die in meaningless wars when the country's self-interest was involved. They had successfully indoctrinated the masses to believe it was good for the rich and governments to have self-interest stakes but not themselves! Byrom's half-sister sister Tara of the Plantation asked him if he were interested, she could get him a job at her bank of "We Own America", that grew to corporation proportions after the government of the people for the people ... decided to not make its own money but rather borrow moneys from banks while willing to pay exorbitant amounts of interest with tax payers' money instead of feeding hungry children, a branch down near the stadium, which he gladly accepted; hoping now he could get back on a schedule of eating three meals a day. After two weeks of working the cash register that made the bank president sing along with the background music; wondering if he could charge the unwashed masses coming into his bank a dollar - jus to enter his lobby. A customer was coming toward to his line - who looked a bit like his friend Johnny Tap's oldest brother Leny One N who had learned at a very early age to enjoy other people's money at the taking and eventually to graduate to robbing banks and then going to the trotters to help feed the horses by losing ten thousand dollars one night of betting on losers but to Byrom's relief the guy went to another line, instead.. Another customer came up to him asking him to break his hundred dollar bill into ten tens - in order to pay for his family's ball tickets and the food he was going to buy for his wife and kids - and after carefully examining the bill to see if it were counterfeit, Byrom with an air of superiority, that his father used to keep inferiors in their place, gave him his want. "Psst?" Byrom tried to ignore the guy; thinking he was trying to cut the line of waiting grubby looking customers on their shortened lunch break. "Psst?" The guy was getting on his nerves with his constant "pssting". Byrom deliberately waited for his last person in line to do her transaction and taking even longer by counting out her money three times and not the customary two times he was taught in his first day of class; deep down in the bowels of the large bank. "(Whistle) may I (whistle)help (whistle) you again?" Byrom said using his speech therapist's suggestion he whistle before saying a word beginning with a consonant. "Hey whistle guy, you know the hundred I wanted you to break down for me-' "I (whistle) can (whistle) remember (whistle) that - (whistle) (whistle) so?" "You gave me ten one hundred dollar bills!" the man whispered inside a grin. Byrom turned a paler shade of white as he thanked the man for his honesty and that's when he realized he wasn't right for a job doing this kind of money.. He would go back to eating once a day and decided he would try to get Tara's mother-in-law to get him a position as manager in one of her son - known in Ohio as the "Custard King" in one of his many lucrative stands and then be able to prove to his father he was a worthy human being.
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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE January 2010	NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED 1485