Disclaimer: I own nothing but the title. Besides, you can't sue me. I'm too young. As if you'd actually want to sue me, that is….
Today was awful. Snipeshooter stole my last cigar this morning. I could kill that kid sometimes. There was a terrible headline this morning, but a bit of creativity sold a reasonably amount of papers. Some new kid showed up today; David, I think his name was. He's a bit strange- uses all these fancy words, but knows almost nothing. Not cut out to be a newsie if you ask me, but of course no one did.
I'm getting low on money, too. That's a bit of an understatement. I'm broke. I decided to head straight for the tracks after selling today. Yesterday, I managed to get a tip- a good on, if I was any judge- off one of the guys, I and was pretty excited. I'd even sold Weasel on the idea, so I had the money that would've been this morning's papers to squander. Fat lot of good it did me. I lost nearly everything I had on that tip, and the remainder trying to get a bit back.
Specs started a game of poker before we went to sleep tonight. I was ready to kill him.