Assignment 12: Jack Phillips

I am important. Lives depend on me. I can make presidents rise and fall, I can send people away for years, and people work their entire lives just to be able to touch me more. And I don't know why. I am just a piece of paper. I was printed several years ago, and I am already reaching the end of my lifespan. I know it. I will end up being burned, or shredded, or something terrible, but I still have power now. I still rule the world for now. I will make the most of my life while it still exists. I refuse to sit in this bank vault, I will go back to wall street where I spent my glory days, the days where I changed hands many times a day, the place where people lived for me. The place where that glorious white powder was everywhere. The place all of us want to call home. That is where I want to live out my numbered days.