The Manuscript

A sales rep runs Benford’s law on his ledger before an audit, then on his own trading journal.

In the same crash, I watched prices. One owner watched dinner tables.

At the busiest hour, “yes” meant no. I could read every owner’s timing on my route. In front of my own account, I never read mine.

Standing before a price tag that says zero: who is paying this?

In a barbecue alley, the restaurants died but the landlord never lost. Why, after three blown accounts, I tightened my belt and started investing every month.

A hundred books couldn’t stop three blown accounts. What mattered was never the price tag, but the one reading it.