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...Any lack of confidence in the economic future...is foolish. I had testify that paper before, around seven months ago. Sure, I always say to myself, thats easy for you to say, sitting in luxury with a guaranteed $200,000 paycheck each year. I dont even know why I voted for Hoover in the first place. Him and that Andrew Mellon, with his liquidate everything and everyone who doesnt have currency; lets purge the rottenness out of the system. To hell with the both of them. at that place I was, standing in that breadline for hours, while Im sure enough Hoover and Mellon were eating steak, or poultry.
A chicken in every pot, eh? says Frank, reading my thoughts. Franks an old neighbor and an even erstwhile(a) friend of mine. Its not possible for me now; the wife had to grass the pots to buy food last week. I replied with a forbidding smile. I guess it would have been funnier if I wasnt so unsaved hungry. Its been a while since I ate last, around both days now.
Remembering better times helped dull the sharp trouble in my stomach. I like to think of the year me and Sarah got married, 1926. I was a wealthy bank owner, and I had it all: a new Model-T, a new radio, a new house, a new wife.
The house was a sight, three stories in all, quad bedrooms, a study, a gigantic kitchen, a huge lawn fill with green grass, a white picket fence, the works. It cost me more than thirty thousand dollars, but it was worth every cent. I only ended up paying nine thousand, because I had purchased it on credit. They took it from me because I didnt have the other twenty-one grand. That was deuce and a half...
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