Going to an ATM with Al. We’re talking about when I’m going to get him cash-I say I get paid on Thursday, so then. We get there and there’s a line. Some guys start pushing past us and I push back. They start grabbing for our card and I fight to keep it. The card is all torn and dirty, but the attendant says it will work-there’s a headlight like thing that checks. The ATM is all damaged and there’s money all over the place. I gather it up, but someone says they check it and I put it back. The machine gathers it up, closes, and I put the card in. It’s Mom’s, and asks some questions. The first one is who was Mom working for when she was at the big mansion in University Heights. I type in Dan Moore and someone says that’s a nice name. It goes on, but I can’t read the next question.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Going to an ATM with Al. We’re talking about when I’m going to get him cash-I say I get paid on Thursday, so then. We get there and there’s a line. Some guys start pushing past us and I push back. They start grabbing for our card and I fight to keep it. The card … <\/p>\n