“Stay Scheming 2"

“I’m ready for a career change, Clint — whatcha think?”

“Well, where’s your passion? What do you have the heart and energy for?”

“I’m thinking Forex.” Clint laughed so hard at the booth seat in the quaint diner, that a woman walking by, on her way inside, was seen doubled over, wiping tears from her face, as if she heard the proclamation, too.

Clint, still wiping his face, bringing his laughing to to a still, rubbing his hurting face, “bro, do people even know what Forex is?”

“Maybe that’s why they laugh, because they don’t know.”

“Hell — do you even know?”

“I know that you can look at my Slambook and EyeCandyGram, and they seem to be the go-getters that will remain as this world keeps evolving to the next phase. Don’t you want to be financially free?”

“Time is freedom, Wayne.”

“And time costs money.”

“The pursuit of money costs time.”

“Plus, you never see an ugly Forex trader.”

“There it is — listen, comrade — those women aren’t real.”

“So why is one messaging me right now about the opportunity?” Wayne holds his phone close, smiles, then turns the screen to Clint’s vision, extending his arm forward even more.”