The Bar
The man picked up the tumbler, downed the whiskey in one swallow and slammed the glass on the glistening mahogany. He shuddered. “That did the trick.” His black eyes moved to the bartender, shoving his glass towards him. “But that ain’t Jameson’s, ace. Don’t try that again.”
Real Evil is More Like Carter Burke
The stock market is just white collar gambling.
...that, if taken through the lens of truck stops and gas stations throughout the Midwest, Reese’s has taken over the world.