Could you imagine being a dollar bill? No I am not high, I just thought this would be a neat experience in creative writing which I know nothing about. Think about how many people you would touch on a daily basis or even in a year. Being freshly minted and cut from my brothers and sisters on a sheet of paper I would find myself going through extreme security at the U.S. Mint into some bank. At this point I could go out in several ways. Perhaps someone would walk in and take me through a bank robbery then I could have that feeling of evil and hiding out somewhere inside a canvas bag smelling the sweat of the criminal that took me.

Maybe I could be taken through the teller window and placed into some wallet of a guy that is heading to the local strip join. I could sit on the table enjoying the women of the pole until the right one comes by, then I could be aggressively shoved into a g-string or guarder belt where I could feel the soft skin of a women trying to feed 3 kids at home. As I am counted with 50 other ones that were collected throughout the night and I can sit and hope she will tuck me, the special one, into the bra so I could get a cheap feel of her breast. This could be that skanky dream I have been looking for now that I write this. I could be lucky enough to be spent at the local grocery store in exchange for 2 bottles of baby food. Continue reading →