I enough money in my bank to last me 100

I enough money in my bank to last me 100 lifetimes. I can have anything that I can think of and make people do exactly as I wish. And stil I am not content, still I feel this empti

ness that grows stronger with every breath I take. Mental illness has taken a hold of me ever since I installed lead

crystal chandeliers in my frontal cortex in hopes of lighting the dark recesses of my mind. I also installed deep red plush carpeting, a kitchen, a chef and Lou, the maitre d.

Brain Bistro was open for business. I sold idle thoughts, passing notions, and daydreams a la carte, though Brain Stew was the most popular item. The dress code weeded out the

white matter from the grey, who were the preferred customers. My Brain Bistro was doing a booming business. I even had plans to open another location. Then the TV was turned on.

Cortex Cafe was running commercials offering two hemisphere's for the price of one. Cephaloshack was offering Big Gulps with cerebrospinal fluid. My Brain Bistro was being outthunk

so I decided to come up with an ice cranium sandwich. Take two fat chocolate coated cortex chunks and slap a huge dollop of creamed hippocampus jelly between 'em. My Brain Bistro

was between Kidney Krib 'We'll kipper your kidneys!' and Offal U Like for more obscure cavity organs like curried spleen and lung truffle. I did a roaring trade in Brain Bistro and

topics, like how to get into the Secret Disco Clown Society. I would have to plan this carefully. It would take a lot of work and a lot of time. See my next story for details.