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By Jack Joseph Smith
The business man had turned back to him with a
serious smile and holding eyes; Money was a joke
to him like calling his business a skin trade,
but he saw it as being the reason even for his
laughter; so he was practiced in his subconscious
to see money seriously anytime if as something; by
approached a risky situation.
"Look; what's your real name?"
"Irish."
"Joe Irish?"
"That's right."
"What did you do last?"
"The stage. Childrens play's, and O'Neil kind
of stuff with street kids."
"Before that?"
"Prison."
"It's in the resume."
From the man who resembled Harvard: "Night club
singer?"
"Right."
"Before that?"
"The war."
"What happened in Prision?"
"A disciplined study of improvision."
"How much money did people pay to hear you sing?"