Last Call at Maple Leaf Gardens Part 2

The quest for the fun guy

First of all, let me apologize for the title.

All of what I’ve written so far makes this story seem like it’s going to fall down the stairs with press on nails embedded in its face.

Unfortunately, I may not be able to coax an extreme from the events that unfolded.

Ideally, you’ll get a sense of the

I was nervous.

Fifteen hundred dollars. All at once. In my hand.

JORDO! paid me in twenties

JORDO! always paid in twenties.

He counted them out in front of me.

Fifteen hundred dollars. That was a lot of twenties.

Like, at least six.

Perhaps there were more, but I can confirm that there were at least six. After six, I just stared ant the very slowly decreasing stack of green he was counting from. My stomach sank. How the hell am I going to do this. I’ve never hired anyone before, I thought to myself.

There were times when it was as though the Medic could read my mind. Don’t worry about a thing bud. Put up an ad on the audition call board. Call some friends. You know people. We’ll fill it up. It’ll be …