Life of a $20 Bill

I was first printed in the year 2001 and have had quite an adventure since then. I first started out working my way around casinos in Las Vegas . Meeting new people every day I had a great time. That went on for about a year or so before I was stolen from the Flamingo Casino on the night of the biggest rush yet. Me and about 35 of my other friends were stuffed into a white bag while the owner had a gun to his head. I heard a lot of screaming, and it seemed like everyone was having a good time. Later I found out that these people who took me weren’t the best people in the world. They were wanted for burglary, manslaughter, grand theft auto, and other simple assaults. It was actually pretty fun living with them. They would normally roll up some of us and suck white powder through. It was a cool feeling. This was a great world to live in—the crime, driving fast, meeting new people and a lot more—but it didn’t last long. About two months after I moved in they used me to buy some new powder, so I moved on to the Kahula Strip Club just on the edge of Las Vegas . That was very interesting but only lasted three days. That’s when I got to go home with a stripper, but I will leave it at that. I spent a few days in her top drawer before she spent me on a new stroller for her two-year-old daughter Britney. That’s about as far as I got because when the manager of the baby store was taking me to the bank, the wind picked me up and put me under the dumpster in the back, and no one has found me since.

Paige Hunt