Selling My Soul

You have all certainly heard this phrase about “Selling your soul to the Devil.”

There have been many iterations of this concept over the past centuries of human-kind. Why do I commence my little story about this evil subject? Well, to be perfectly honest… no, wait a minute, here I am beginning a story about selling my soul to the Devil and then I say, to be perfectly honest. What the hell could that mean? If I may be willing to sell my soul to the Devil then you, dear readers, should not believe anything I am about to write.

So, honesty neither here nor there, I am currently retired. I should have planned a financially stable retirement but due to numerous miscalculations I have some financial problems. Not all of my financial problems are due to greed, in fact mostly not. Stupidity yes, but greed has not been one of my favorite vices. Passion and desire, yes, but not greed.

Where was I? Oh yes, the Devil. There was a story by Stephen Vincent Benet about the Devil and Daniel Webster. A poor farmer sold his soul to the Devil for financial success and a good life, then, panicking as his time drew near, he enlisted the help of the renowned orator Daniel Webster, who did, indeed, free the farmer from his contract with the Devil. Such were the oratorical skills of the great man. That was many years ago and I, unfortunately, have no such wonderful friends. Besides of course, Daniel Webster has been dead many years now.

To finally get down to the sordid details, month to month I struggle to pay off my bills and achieve…