“It is three million, after all.”
And Malcolm actually shit his pants.
As one usually does (and full well knowing that I had no change), I searched frantically through my pockets for the spare change that I knew I didn’t have, and responded, “uh, no sir, sorry about that.” “Okay. God bless ya,” the bearded man replied. He still stood in his same spot and gazed out … Continue reading Regardless: Part Two