Death of a Salesman
I have peered into the depths of hell today and made a horrifying discovery: I am a good salesman. That’s right. Even Todd was impressed with me. He told me I’m a natural.
I can’t decide whether the deed shall be done at the end of a rope or a gun. I suppose it should be in a car with the engine running, for the sheer poetry of it.
But that would burn fossil fuels unnecessarily and everyone knows that makes my lady Ali insane (which is not to sane that she’s not insane already).
