Word on the street is that the price of dreams is pretty high.
I can get ’em for you cheap, though.
Just don’t ask whose dreams they are — sometimes it’s better when you don’t know.
Last week, I sold a beautiful house with a breaktaking view, a pregnant wife, two children.
Few days before that, I sold a winning lottery ticket.
Last night, though… that was a hard one.
I sold a sea of blood under a starless sky. The devil’s in the details, and I had the details down to the glittering sheen across the rolling waves of red.
I don’t know what he wanted it for.
Just don’t ask.