Dying to Live Again

It is amazing how little it takes to sell away your soul. Ten dollars and fifty cents. That's all it took to purchase some graphics and bold fonts and two hundred neon fliers from the copy store. Each invites the regulars and tourists alike to the community stage to the east of the market. There, at sundown, they are promised a show beyond their imagination. I hand out the fliers to passerbys on the street. Da would be furious. All his efforts to hide me all these years, I will destroy in one afternoon.