Good Year For Hunters
They come to me when they
want their accounts settled. When
they're feeling out of sorts and need a little bit of advice. When they're in need of some hope.
To be a successful
businessman, you have got to learn how to sell hope.
So I give it to them in
little doses. Just this morning, one of
the little girls from the women's division - Miss Molly, they call her - came
up to me and said she wanted to overcome the 'stigma of having a large ass'. A nutritionist would tell her to get on a treadmill. A psychiatrist would tell her to get over it.
But I whispered in her ear
that she should wear a thong.
What would you have done
for her? Patted her head and sent her on
the way? Not me. I teach my disciples proactivity, because
this is the way of the world, my friend.
Dollars for
peace-of-mind. Who's the real
sufferer? I can sell you a little
happiness if you'll sell me a little of your soul. If it makes you happy, what's the harm? You could say I'm living to make lives better
- and by making their lives better, I'm making my life better.
Isn't that beautiful?
Oh, I can't say I don't
suffer for what I love. Living off of
whispers - the charge of twisting but not touching - manipulating,
uninvolved. Do you think it's easy to be
noticed only through hints - through the most subliminal of suggestions? Maybe I get off on the game - letting others
do my dirty work.
The one who dies with the
cleanest hands wins. It's the American
way of life.
"Excuse me, are you
Sean O'Haire?"
Yes.
"I've got this
problem - I heard that you help people with problems. I - I can't stand Trish. I want something to happen to her, but I don’t
have the courage to fix things. Could
you..."
Everything is within your
power. All you have to do is seek it.
So come a little closer...The End