Part one of term paper
A little money to fill his pockets was all the companionship Travis needed. No drugs, hookers, or other bonuses could ever get him through the night. Just pure green enjoyment. Life on the streets gave hard-edged Travis this kind of love for the economy. Nothing obscene, mind you, it was just the feeling of his pockets, fat with dollar bills ...

Part two of term paper
... least five different counties he would never see again, and he thanked his lack of a fixed address for that. Right now he was in a different situation. Hyper obesity reigned king in his mind, and he wouldn't be going on a diet anytime soon. Money was all his to enjoy, because of one simple factor: Travis had a paying job. The bar was a dismal little place in the East Side of New York. Travis was supposed to serve drinks while the usual tender was off doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who. All o ...