four jobs in two months and it wasn't even his fault. He just left because they didn't pay him "Nobody works for free," he said as he closed the fridge, the last can of beer in his hand, not too cold "Hey, leave some for me," his girlfriend said He threw himself on the couch, careful to avoid the spot where springs poked their rusty silver heads out He opened the beer. "I keep tellin' you I should just open my own business." "Um-hm." "No really, you know what this town has in abundance?" He took a sip "Poverty?" she said, already stretching her hand for the can He handed her the can. "Yeah, poverty. And poverty means homeless men. Men nobody gives a damn about. Hell, everyone wants them to vanish. I was thinking, maybe I can cash in on that. I could hunt them down at night and use their meat in a fast-food restaurant. It can pass as pork. Everything passes in this town. What do you think?" She took another sip. Handed the can back to him. "Yeah. I know where you can begin, by the way. Tonight I'll show you the alley my dad and uncle sleep in." He raised the can. "Cheers."