A Dollar - With Interest

BACK in the days when I thought I was God I found a dollar bill. I was awfully mad at God. For I hadn't wanted to find a dollar bill. I wanted to find a thousand. What good was a dollar to me?

I guess I'm not correct in saying I thought I was God. I wasn't that egotistical. What I really mean was that I had graciously allowed God to be a sort of partner. We were in business together. His business was to supply me with money. What I did with the money was my business.

So on that day I was walking down a street in Hollywood. I was on my way to a finance company to... Login to read more
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Rutland, Vermont

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