Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Four – The Salesman

I’ll admit, this guy kind of got away from me.

I thought he was just a simple type – roguish, willing to turn a quick buck. A twinkle in his eye, and just what you need for a price you can afford. But that’s not him. That’s not him at all.

No, this is the Spirit of the Age. This is Everything Must Go, Nothing Can Be Left. If you’re willing to sell anything and everything, then what will you be left with? If there’s nothing of yourself that you want to keep, then is there anything of you at all?

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