the wrong business…

he never was much of a salesman…talked a good game…but when it came right down to it…couldn’t close the deal…

sure…he’d get lucky every once in awhile…sell a product or two a night…just enough to keep his head above water…but never anything substantial…just kind of hovered ’round mediocrity…

just didn’t have that drive…that salesman mentality that’s needed to survive in the buisness…in life really…you gotta sell yourself…people don’t give a fuck about the product…they wanna be charmed…taken care of…admired…by who…by you…the salsman…

and he was not that type of guy…he was good for short stretches…never the long haul…

that’s what killed him…he knew that…never admit it…but he knew it…he knew it…

he just wanted to make enough to survive…that’s all… picked the wrong business…yes he did…the wrong business…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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