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.
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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