The Colossus (2014)
“Five foot ten, with wispy reddish-brown hair, a waxy complexion, and a narrow, mousy face. He stood outside the new Big Bowl. The lunch crowd had dispersed. Aaron looked at the wallet he had just picked. Unbelievable. The guy had gotten out of a brand new BMW 7 series sedan wearing gold chains. Reeked of cash, too. Aaron threw the wallet away in disgust. Twenty bucks. One credit card—check ID, it said.Plastic—the bane of his existence. And here in Pilsen! There used to be cash in this neighborh...ood, wads of it in every pocket, piles in every store. The business owners, mostly Hispanic, trusted only cash in their transactions. Aaron had friends who hit the ethnic grocery stores here and in other parts of Chicago—Indian, Chinese, and Mexican places—since these people kept so much cash around. But now, everyone was turning yuppie and the neighborhood was gentrifying. What a waste!His cell phone rang. It was Geoff, the man who called himself Aaron’s pimp.Aaron answered. “Got something for me?”Geoff let out a laugh.MoreLess
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