Don't pay any attention to me, Alex. I hate banks because they rub my face
in own incompetence and charge me fees to do so.
Mike Geary Memphis
Banks have been good to me. Strange. When I was young, confused and broke, and
didn't know squat about money and capitalism, I got my first real job at a
bank. Before, I was delivering pizza, I was cleaning tables. Learned how money
moves around, what a check is, whatever. Talked to old people, picked up the
night deposits. Grew out of it, went to school to study literary criticism.
Years later, when I was older, confused, and broke, the bank was waiting for
me, like an old hag, saying "welcome back, join the world." The world is what
it is. (Daddy, I need some shoes. Honey, let's stay together.) A different
bank, of course, a different gig.
Maybe I'm fooling myself. What I like about banks, and I don't disagree with
you all necessarily, but what I like about banks, is the honesty, the
wholesomeness of the greed. The earnestness of the desire to make money. The
honesty. The need to survive in the world, laid bare. Money. At the end of the
day, a kind of baptism back into sanity. That's what makes the world go round,
here, now. Life is short. And sometimes, you have to choose life.
Alex T. Boston/ Financial District
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