Jersey-Dramatized

Is a real-life 'great' Gatsby worth his weight/repute in American Homeland domain chocolate for the books?

An homage to American Homeland daydreams. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan moved shop to Atlantic City, the casino shore entertainment fantasy city of incomplete-lines of cleats of patriotism comforts, American Homeland frills, and ocean-view interest for the modern citizen/traveler of our fare-rich Blue Planet of Selfie-culture readings dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

He found himself with a bushel of inheritance to create two special ventures in Atlantic City; one became a handsomely-financed youth (boys/girls) ice-hockey recruitment league, which would include (year-round) both residents of the area and invited tourists/guests who wanted something to participate in while their parents whiled away the days/hours/nights of the shore-city (Homeland-Jersey) of hospitality and amenities for capitalism's reflection (yum).

The other arm of Satan's reach for the shore-city languages was a small seafood eatery which offered offbeat items like calamari-with-salsa, shrimp/veal tacos with bleu-cheese and cilantro, and non-alcoholic Pina Coladas and pear cider (hot!). Atlantic City became to Satan what Gatsby envisioned was to be his Roaring Twenties post-fortune winnings American Homeland...eggs for leviathan (and the Ego).

READER: Your hockey-camp and seafood-dive are (equally) insane, Satan!

SATAN: Gatsby...call me Gatsby, friend.

READER: This isn't what Atlantic City is...a leprechaun-pot for inventive sports, Satan!

SATAN: Gatsby...call me Gatsby, friend.

READER: Me thinks you're a fan of Clyde Barrow...or worse!

SATAN: Gatsby...call me Gatsby, friend (Selfie-like).

READER: Damn.

Amlan was at a pageant-parade on the fabled Boardwalk when a mannequin-value American beauty drove-by and moved him to think why he might envision some 'Jett-Rink' (Giant) line for American capitalism's 'leviathan' field goals...and make her his darling (wife!). Was this the American Dream? Was Atlantic City to become Satan's special post/card for folks (and for his new fiancee Ezzy)?

EZZY: I'm gonna spin that American Gatsby for every silver-dollar he's worth, girlfriend!
GIRLFRIEND: Ensure this schematic is (all) Atlantic-City chocolate (for the book).

EZZY: Damn (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)