PaperHanger

PaperHanger

Tom says, " Hello Fred, I hang paper all over up and down the streets of Durango on the Bank of Colorado." So thats your JOB?, TOM says, "YEP I guess you could call me a paper hanger," and then TOM's Grin real wide like some men do go on. Fred says, So what is your JOB description? TOM says, I am a writer. (we all says "OF BAD CHECKS"). But Fred as well as most is clueless. He loves his friend and does not knoe that he is criminal intent. Money is the reaping that Tom uses to go on. But now he may have to learn a new job descriptive adjective. Because. Because they stopped taking checks in all the bars and restaurants up and down main street. How will a paper hanger eat? What will he learn to grow on? A signature a limit sign an old boot the leather peeled to taste like meat. The reason they use lots of spice to cover up that boot heel nice and flavorsome they "speal". When TOM reaches into his inner sanctum pocket for his book of chequered payment (it was blue) and folded love. They only have to tell him once go read the sign inside the window near the door. Then go outside walk down the street and carry on. GO on now TOM and hang your paper. While Fred just nods and smiles. PaperHanger.