Monday, June 23, 2025

Threads: Waiting On The Ick

 

Snake Oil Man never had a home. He never had a friend, a hope, or trust of any sort; living a con till the end.

Roaming endlessly from town to town burning bridges, his only time to shine was while still unknown. He'd raise false hopes and - if he were very lucky - someone would try his product and think it actually worked - for a while.


But the crowds get smaller and smaller as people catch on, no matter how good the act. Until, finally, he is shunned by one and all. 
 

 

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