An Easy Job
I’ve never been a rich man, but I’ve found my way into more than a few of their estates, and
they’ve all had one thing in common – taste. If you’d asked me, one day these men found
themselves with more money than they knew what to do with, so they’d buy all these little
trinkets to stick into each dusty corner of their homes. For some, it’s priceless art they knew
nothing about. For others, it’s the heads and skins of animals they themselves didn’t hunt. I’d
guess for this guy, it was a mannequin of the woman he’d always wanted.
Perhaps, though, this time was a little more than an easy job.
they’ve all had one thing in common – taste. If you’d asked me, one day these men found
themselves with more money than they knew what to do with, so they’d buy all these little
trinkets to stick into each dusty corner of their homes. For some, it’s priceless art they knew
nothing about. For others, it’s the heads and skins of animals they themselves didn’t hunt. I’d
guess for this guy, it was a mannequin of the woman he’d always wanted.
Perhaps, though, this time was a little more than an easy job.