[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

He walked in with Prada shades to cover his sunken eyes. David had n't slept for what seemed like an eternity, but was more along the lines of four nights. 
 
 `` I need another one man, I ca n't help it. The last one was so good, I'll pay anything.'' he said stuttering between every word he spoke. 
 
 `` Alright relax, guy. You must be really craving one this time, huh? I do n't even want to know why you keep buying these. Do n't you got none of your own?'' 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up.'' David snapped as he aggressively slapped $ 5,000 fresh out of the bank, his Rolex clanking loudly against the granite counter top of the recently flourishing Pawn shop. 
 
 `` I get hundreds customers like you a week, always so impatient, what's your fix today, boss?'' said the Owner trying to make another sale. 
 
 `` I-I, uhh, maybe a family vacation, something warm...'' 
 
 The owner handed David the vial, and David stormed out of the store. He arrived at home, empty as usual, but gorgeous nonetheless. He slammed every door behind him until he reached the mattress of his master bedroom. David filled the needle with the liquid the vial contained, warm just like he had requested. 
 
 He slipped the needle into his left arm and the pain of the needle slipped away. His vision slowly faded into a new place. *A mouse in a suit, a princess in a blue dress, I must be in Disneyland. I'm so small. These people holding my hands, they must be this persons parents* The man and women wore torn clothes, battered shoes, but also held the widest smiles. 
 
 David rode every ride and could feel the excitement this person had as well. His face felt so warm though the wind kept rushing past his face on the teapots and go karts. Suddenly he was jumping so happily as they walked towards the Matterhorn. Water crashed against his face and David felt invincible. 
 
 `` Carlos, ten cuidado, te voy abrasar muy fuerte.'' Though it was a completely different language, David knew exactly what he was hearing. Loving arms coiled around his body as they reached the peak of the Matterhorn preparing for a massive drop. 
 
 `` Pa quiero un churro!'' said Carlos and David felt his mouth savor and his nostrils fill with the cinnamon in the air. 
 
 `` Mijo, te doy mil churros si podia. Pero te dije que solo tengo el dinero para el parque'' David felt giant tears swelling in his eyes and distress fill him. His mom held him tight urging him that big boys do n't cry. He was n't going to fill his stomach with the sweet taste of a traditional pastry he had a thousand times before. 
 
 `` We love you, Carlos'' David heard the words so naturally they were practically English. `` You know this trip was a huge expense for us, we sold just about every luxury we had for this, Happy Birthday Carlos.'' In that moment Carlos must have felt all the warmth and sacrifice from his parents because David could n't help, but admire these two strangers he saw in front of him. 
 
 Outside of his mind, David must have overdone the dosage. He started to seize up and foam came out of his mouth. His wife would not come home for many hours. She was off swiping every credit card she had for the newest shoes, dresses, jeans, cars, and anything tangible. The vision slipped to a small child with a silver spoon in his hand and then to nothingness as David would never wake again. 
 
 
 
 
 

