The beginning of a stream of conscious story. I’ve always wanted to write about a sleazy pawn shop guy, so I just went for it. I kind of admire them, in truth. In my area, the local ones are ran by very working class type folks, who also seem to be in league with criminals. There’s just no way they couldn’t be. They’re hustling, and they embrace the shadiness of their enterprise to an extent, they must. They deal with crackheads and take advantage of people in terrible situations all day long.

Anyways, enough pontificating, just read if you’re interested.