The Art of the Hustle
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The entire place was outfitted in ancient Greek décor. In the front of the restaurant was a large statue of what resembled the face of Parmenides on Zeus’s body. I couldn’t figure out if this was an insult to Zeus’s face or Parmenides’ body. I figured it was probably both.
The atmosphere was buzzing, as usual. The place was always busy. It was not so much that the food was good, but the portions were huge, and it was also really cheap. After an hour of waiting, we were just happy to get a table.
“I feel like I’m on my way, you know? I’m happy Darrell is out of my life and things are finally looking up again.”
“Darrell sounds like a real loser, I’m glad I didn’t have to meet him.”
“I’m glad you didn’t have to meet him as well. He might have sucked you into his vortex and ruined your life too.”
“It’s interesting how you told me how you were thriving without him, then you meet up with him and almost instantly you lose everything, and as soon as you get rid of him, you thrive again – you have a new job, a promotion, more money… and me!”
“Yeah, some people are just like that, you know? Everything they touch just turns to rubble. Unfortunately for me, I had to find out the hard way.”
“Yes, but it also says a lot about your character and what kind of person you are when you are unhindered.”
“Yeah, he was like a cancer to me, like kryptonite to Clark Kent.”
“But now you’re cured.”