Evil Editor had a million dollars. It was no accident. Society owed him a debt of gratitude, and it turned out to be a nice round number. Even the Marxist sympathizers thought it a just reward.
His mission: to revive the publishing industry. He fulfilled it with the measured approach of a schoolteacher planning next year’s curriculum. His approach: a writing contest for his birthday. The result: the best writing ever produced, submitted by his faithful minions, and the most publishable work ever compiled. EE had sole rights to it because the minions gladly gave theirs away in order to be included on his blog.
But fame and fortune have their price. EE made his way into his therapist’s office, ready to talk about ways to keep his legions of new friends away from his wealth.
--Rick Daley (43)