Grifters White

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of the mod-gem (1990) treasure-thought piece about inventions in underworld/grifter 'logic' life for wrought heroics-sheen.

Fanfiction/adaptation of The Grifters (John Cusack). Happy weekend all,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie adaptation contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Churchill Downs) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretation).

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I was born in Algiers and became a pickpocket and moved to New England to become a natural grifter and kept with me my special pockets-wisdom I acquired from the sayings of dear mom (Nina) and knew I wanted some Selfie-age reading of a race-investment covert heroics that would procure for me some capitalism-race damsel for the bread/fruit of the Ego (ok).

BARON ION: You want me to coinvest with me for upstart-companies at the Derby.

ME: Mage and Arklow; sure millionaire/champion titles for diamonds-theater, pal!

BARON ION: If we (both) win big, you want to keep my local waitress employee.

ME: Esmerelda's mine if you're satisfied with Mage/Arklow gem-ads for Facebook!

BARON ION: If anything goes foul, how'd you spin your little diamond theater for us?

ME: Well, I might find some eco-capitalism spin-yarn for audiences; I keep gems.

BARON ION: Isn't Esmerelda the diamond, or is it the horse, Mister Grifter of Earth?

ME: Hey, it's all football (Selfie-like!).

BARON ION: Fine.

Baron Ion was a real cinema type intelligence-villain, but I kept his diamonds and Esmerelda (his 'maid') and flew-away to Brussels post-deed of diamond-theater for eco-hyperbole (nonsense?) which I cared for because of the Earth-wisdom I acquired from Nina (mom) in Algiers. Here I was now, a Catholic in Belgium, with Esmerelda, enjoying Netflix amenity of the Western world of incomplete-distances readings for the good field goal variety (wow).

ESMERELDA ('Ezzy'): Did you know I was an Orange-State cheerleader?

ME: I'll get you a Miami cardigan in Brussels, darling-heroine of mine.

EZZY: Ion won't track you, grifter (damn).

ME: Life's a capitalism securities venture for the defenders, Esmerelda.

EZZY: You're the only one who can call me Ezzy, Mr. Amlan Satan.

ME: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Esmerelda and I made it to Belgium, and she wanted us to open some waffle-dive; and I wanted to court her yearnings, so we did (ha). What I learned about grifter-logic was not what I read in the streets or in the world, from what I gleaned from the creativity of Dickens or Herbert Asbury but what I knew Nina (mom) was right about, and it's what got me through to achieve those field goals that I found to be daydreams in my brain...capitalism is (all) midways (Facebook-like!).