Chapter 2

Quite naturally my mind turned to how this miracle could acquire, for me, large sums of currency. I racked my cocaine addled brain for hours, searching the dark recesses of my soul. Suddenly, an idea dawned on me. I could “pull a Hubbard” and found a profitable religion to worship the shelf. Within days my coffers would overflow and construction could begin on my electric sex pants factory (an idea the hookers and cocaine gave me).

Author's Note

I actually wrote this at the same time as I did the first one but it was on paper so I had to type it up. I couldn't be bothered but then I got a nice review so I decided to go ahead.

Reviews

[J. R.]

This is delightful. I will definitely check back for the next chapter