Hi all, last post of the new year, so here’s a little story about how great it is to get a second chance to start again. Happy New Year to you all, and enjoy!
Fosdick sprayed money. Came up the hard way, but when he found oil in his back garden that was all behind him. A crowd of hangers-on followed him everywhere. They were lucky he was a nice guy, he could have made them do anything to stay within the rain of his wealth.
The first time he died there was a panic among his hangers-on. And pretty much everywhere else too, let’s be honest: he had controlled enough oil to bring continents to a stop (he never did).
His son wasn’t as nice. So they brought Fosdick back to life. The newspapers wanted to know where the “parts” had come from. Not from any of Fosdick’s friends, that was for sure. Some people got real rich, real quick.
Mind you, Fosdick wasn’t as good as he used to be. He was still kind and looked after his people. But his smile was off, and he seemed tired. Even his hangers-on found it draining to be around him. He’d been through a lot, though. It was only to be expected.
I met him in Fosdick 111, his tower block. He had a Texas drawl, and he was charming, but he made me tired, Like everyone had said. A man stood beside him the whole time, and I swear his lips never moved. Maybe on words with “B’s.”
I recorded the interview, and it sounds like Fosdick says he is a “gillionaire.”
He didn’t want to talk about his resurrections. Experimental therapy was all he’d say (sounded like “egskerimental theragy”). And it still rains wealth all around Fosdick. But it pours on his friends and not much splashes elsewhere these days.
That’s it from me for 2020, see you in the ’21!
