Poor people's Hell

After dinner, the two little guys watched cartoons in front of the TV and quarreled about who was the protagonist.

Mother Carmela sat on the sofa with an account book to count. The cheap dad left a lot of credit card debts after his death. They had to pay several payments every month, otherwise they would face the risk of being sued.

Just like the Brown family who originally lived next door, because of a quarrel, the youngest son hit someone. Their family had no money to pay the lawyer's salary, so they had to be appointed by the court. As a result, the lawyer was useless, and the judge directly sentenced him to prison for reform, and he also had to bear a compensation.

But most prisons in the United States are private, and their family can't even afford the prison fees, resulting in the youngest son having to bear a prison loan after he was released from prison.

The two loans made them breathless, and they didn't repay on time, and then the prison sued him in court.

The evidence was conclusive and there was nothing to defend, so he went in again, still in the same private prison, with the same loan.

And along with the loan, there was also a high interest rate. Their family sold the house and now it is gone.

If things go as expected, the youngest son may continue to be trapped in this cycle in the future: get out of jail, pay back the money, be prosecuted, get out of jail, pay back the money, be prosecuted.

Until he picks up a gun and rushes into some places like a psychopath to kill people.

Andrew was surprised for a long time after hearing about this incident. It was also at that time that he truly realized that America is indeed a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

This society does not talk about conscience, but only about interests.

So Andrew must get rid of this terrible situation as soon as possible.

"Hey, buddy, is there any follow-up to the last time I talked to you?" Andrew stood on the balcony, blowing the cold wind and dialed his friends' phone numbers one by one.

"Didn't they say the film is about to start shooting?"

"What? The investors withdrew their capital? The film is dead? Well, my condolences, buddy. I'll buy you a drink when I'm free!"

"Jack, long time no contact, how are you

doing? Do you have work?" "Are you quitting too? Planning to go to Chicago? What are you going there for? Are you planning to join the mafia? Come on, brother, your small body can't withstand bullets!"

"Okay, okay, I won't interfere with your decision, but you must remember to pay taxes!"

"Hey, Judy, is the magazine you work for short of people now? Lighting and photography are both fine."

"You were fired? Why?"

"Just because you cursed a black man, you're accused of racism? Bullshit, you should tell your boss that you identify as a man, a biological female who likes the same sex!"

"FXXK America!"

After talking to several former classmates in succession, Andrew sighed helplessly. Everyone is doing badly in this damn world.

He himself graduated from a third-rate university, so naturally the classmates he knew didn't do well in school. They took drugs and had parties every day. The few who were motivated were now forced to live a normal life by the political correctness of society.

On the one hand, anti-racism has become an absolute political correctness, but on the other hand, this discrimination is everywhere.

The upper class and the lower class are almost two species. The whole of America can be called a magical realism experimental base.

Although Andrew is not black, his white mixed-race identity is only slightly better than that of blacks, and many job opportunities cannot compete with real white people.

This is why he looks for opportunities every day from newspapers, magazines and phone calls.

Just as he continued to flip through the address book, a familiar phone call suddenly came.

"Jimmy!" Andrew answered the phone immediately. Jimmy was his best friend in school. He studied directing, but after graduation he has been running around in various crews as a stagehand.

He told Jimmy before that if there is a suitable job opportunity, he will call him immediately.

"Andrew! Listen, brother, we are rich, we are going to be rich!" Jimmy's voice was a little excited and a little sharp. Andrew put down his phone and waited for him to finish venting before comforting him: "Slow down, don't be anxious, brother, do you want me to become rich while being deaf?"

"The opportunity is here! Really..." Jimmy swallowed and finished his words: "I have been following a super awesome assistant director recently, the kind that is extremely awesome, and is very familiar with all kinds of Hollywood stars. He thinks highly of me, you know, he always says that I have great potential, just like him when he was young. We drink together, take drugs together, it's really face-saving! Those girls throw themselves at me as if they had taken drugs."

"Speak to the point! Man!" Andrew was a little helpless, this guy was still so nagging.

"The point is, when we were drinking, he told me there was a rare opportunity!"

Andrew couldn't help but urge: "What opportunity? Movie? Or an advertisement?"

"Advertisement! Yes, it's an advertisement." Jimmy laughed happily: "He will be the on-site director tomorrow to shoot an outdoor advertisement for Domino's. There are still two people missing on the scene! You see, as a good buddy, I immediately thought of you!"

"Wow, that sounds good."

"Of course! Andrew, we are really going to be rich!" Jimmy was completely immersed in excitement.

"So what position is it? Brother!"

"Lighting! Lighting technician!" Jimmy explained.

Andrew nodded. He was quite familiar with this position. After all, a photographer who can't light is not a good director!

"Thanks, Jimmy."

"Hey, why are you talking to me like that? Remember, Andrew, we are good brothers, and good brothers should help each other, right?"

"That's right, what time tomorrow?"

"I'll drive to pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." Jimmy's family is quite wealthy, and he has a jeep.

"No problem, see you then."

Andrew hung up the phone. Although facing the cold wind, his heart was burning.

Turning back to the house, he saw two little guys jumping on the sofa. Andrew went up to them and patted their butts. He played with them for a while with laughter...

The next day, early in the morning.

Andrew walked out of the house wearing a brown coat, holding a sandwich made by Carmela in his mouth.

The air in the morning was colder than any other time. The homeless people on the street built their own homes with cardboards, and now they were curled up in a pile of lunch box garbage.

Even if someone died here, it would sometimes take a few days to find out. After all, there were too many homeless people, and no one cared what happened to a homeless guy.

Unless the rotten stench affected other people's rest, or a friend who was also a homeless person came and found that he was already hard.

And those who came to take away the body did not have any sympathy for him, but instead disliked these guys for causing trouble for them.

"Damn America." Andrew watched coldly. In addition to the grief of the rabbit's death, there was also a constant flow of motivation from his heart.

"Opportunity, I need an opportunity to get rid of this bad life." Andrew sighed, and the next second he saw a green jeep coming quickly from a distance.

After a sudden brake sound, a familiar face popped out of the car window.

"Hey, Donde!" It was Jimmy, a typical white boy.

He was wearing a red and white coat, had yellow hair, and a few freckles on his face.

Donde opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He smiled and stretched out his hand to shake his hand tightly: "Hey, Jimmy!"

(End of this chapter)