Dear Hammer

by Johnny Debacle

Dear Hammer Paulson,

I’m sorry Hank, it’s not you it, it’s me. I have been violently ill all morning after playing “donkey races” on Sunday. Tequila, speed and tenacity are at once a great combination and a miserable spectacle. Exclusively the latter the next day. And my puking all over your bailout plan has nothing to do with its merits. It looks great, a good win for you and you should be proud. Seriously, good stuff. Like I said dude, donkeys races. Blame the donkey races. I’m sure I’ll be fine by like tomorrow. Or 2014.

T. Market

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