Assignment: In one paragraph describe what your life might be like if you were a coin.
Wow, its dark in here. Nobody is moving. Nobody is doing anything. We’re all scattered around in a muddled heap. I can’t see anybody but I can feel a couple of overgrown quarters and one maybe two shoddy nickels in my pile. These frigging quarters are always a problem, but simple-minded nickels just lay around looking clunky and cheap. Quarters just want to brag about their goofy celebration of the states tails, and how much more valuable they think they all are. I once saw a snooty Massachusetts twenty-five-cent piece bring a ragged-looking West Virginia slug to tears. Luckily I landed heads side up and can almost breathe if it weren’t for this damn New York two-bit-piece draped across my Franklin’s chin. New Yorkers are all so pushy and obnoxious. Why can’t I ever get dropped down a dimes-only slot?