Stories From The Head

Old People Nazarin had a big problem with older people. He could handle the fact that they were noisy and often drunk, but he really couldn’t stand their polite manner. “Excuse me, sir. Might I offer you some money?” they would ask Nazarin, and he’d immediately lose it! “WHY? WHY WOULD I TAKE YOUR MONEY? YOU HAVE TWO OR THREE YEARS LEFT TO LIVE...AT THE MOST, SO WHY SHOULD I ACCEPT? THE MONEY IS OLD, JUST LIKE YOU, YOU MONSTER. SPEND IT ON SOMETHING ELSE. DRUGS, MAYBE. OR A PET. I DON’T CARE. WHY SHOULD I BE BURDENED WITH YOUR MONEY, YOU OLD ASSHOLE?” He was fuming. “Weeeell, if you don’t want it...” the old man whispered. Nazarin looked at him. “Eh...OK, hand it over, you old bastard”. Nazarin needed the cash...

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