lucyoncolorado

In which C shows me the gold he has purchased...

We are in the bedroom of C's old apartment discussing inflation and the corruption of banks. C tells me that he has started purchasing gold. He steps into his closet and pulls out an old game of Pente, still rolled up in its cardboard tube. He pops it open and lets a purple plush drawstring bag slide out. He spills the contents out on the bed. They are the same size and shape as typical Pente game pieces, but upon looking closer, I see that they are actually small gold nuggets.

"When I have enough, I'm going to melt them down and form a golden tiara. That's when I'll know I can retire."