Bar shift

I would usually start my bar shift around two in the morning. The good thing is I don't leave my bed for it, but the bad thing is my mind always invites the crowd that sucks. I would be behind a bar cleaning glasses when Capitalist would arrive. His flawless body-fat percentage goes hand in hand with pale skin and sunken eyes. He would lean over the counter and say: "What are we going to do about the money?" "What do you mean?" I would say. "I mean, we need it, don't we? We are not going to participate in this rat race forever, right? We just need to hit and hit big. Then you can stop worrying about the mortgage, or even better — you can even stop working." "Dude, we are good; we are way better than most people" "You are being silly again. What most people! You can't do this nine-to-five till your retirement; you will lose your mind. I reckon we need roughly around 20 years' worth of salaries, and then we are off the hook" "Twenty years!!! Are you insane? I can't make that!" "Yeah,…