Satan's Wallet*

A young war-veteran considers how some hometown (Haddonfield) activity might offer some social-media 'friendly' hexagon.

A war-return 'fable' inspired by various media.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction has no intersection with any real-life story/event and all images used herein comprise a purely 'personal' exercise in creative imagination for open reviews with no resemblance to any actual (American) experience. 

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AMLAN SATAN: I'm taking a bunch of corn-dogs to the Haddonfield billiards-tourney, to remember those days of summer in my childhood in my backyard when my mom would make these treats for me and my brother (Jami) while my father was drinking beer(s).

This billiards-tourney was quite important to Amlan Satan, who'd just returned from a war-post for the United States and thought about his hometown darling/sweetheart (Ezzy) and to rekindle romance and think of his lifelong love of innocent billiards and put-behind him those dark/pesky 'visions' of war and perhaps find that time of competition without evil(s) after being sent home with a rather serious leg-injury which fortunately didn't cripple this American man of great humor.

AMLAN SATAN: War is hell, and I doubt billiards shall replace what I encountered in those far-away deserts of the Middle East; however, this Haddonfield billiards-tourney and the reunion with Ezzy will help me put-behind what makes war so damn ugly and help me think (purely) of good-old American movies about United States daring on Netflix (yeah).

Well, the honest truth was that billiards really did help Amlan Satan help put the war-shock in the past, and he made a bunch of corn-dogs for Ezzy and made-love and wrote poems and thought about why return-home to Haddonfield had become his newfound Catholic love of Homeland life and even some social-media return-chats with old college pals (Dartmouth).

EZZY: I got you this cool patriot-comics issue for your home-return.

SATAN: Why're you so special to me, Ezzy; is it because I won the tourney?
EZZY: We all thought you're the best pool-hustler in town anyways.

SATAN: Thanks...I'll cherish the comic; and I'll get myself a cool wallet.

EZZY: For what, babe?

SATAN: I'll put in it a picture of you drawn as a ninja-princess.

EZZY: Something like a GI-Joe comics-princess/muse/angel, eh?
SATAN: Why not...isn't life on Earth all about 'real' heads?

The 'prince' did indeed get himself a cool wallet, and in it he placed a 'ninja-princess' drawing-rendition of his love-image of his hometown sweetheart (Ezzy) and in it he found all those 'shades' of forgetting so he might re-sculpt what he lost during the war and then gained after winning the Haddonfield billiards-tourney...a true sense of human having.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)