When The Dead Came Marching In
There was one fish story that brought me to the very ends of the world it seems, so far away that running water does not exist and a paved road is an alien concept. My cousin King came to me on a warm day, the kind of day that my head is loose and every idea could grow and expand into some humongous concept. The kind of weather that the breeze is almost thick you could see them pass by, making you light inside and cheery. It was this cheeriness perhaps that took a bite into salesmanship, an amateur one that I realized later. "I am busy with some business prospect," I mentioned to grasp some talking points. King always seeks tutoring with his school assignments. " That must be a good prospect," he condescended. "What do you know about silk?" I asked. Perhaps he must have known some who could give me some idea. " Not much" he said. He seemed to know nothing. Bet that's why I was always ghost writing his report. "It's somet...