I got the money, honey. I got that juice and I put it in a spray bottle. Mist, mist, mist right the face and left spotlets on your skin. I could see your expression and I dont know if that is a forming grin or something leaning more to the side of anger. I was gaudy with it and I had to live with it.
The world was mine and in time I would own everything, even my own soul. And I think at some point, I figured that is what was on the line. My soul was eating away at itself and it felt like I was losing something and gaining something else.
The real question is what was I losing and what was I gaining. It was scary and the worst thing of it all is that I lost all the care in the world.