Saul Arthur sat on his old toyota premio outside his small crib driveway in North Yorkshire, middlesbrough. He sighed took out the pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lighted one up. He wandered on his thoughts and how life had sized him up and choked happiness from him. He was a business entrepreneur who sold his parents fortune that he had been given as he was the only child. Moved to London and opened a high end clothing line Rome-which fell more drastically than the Roman Empire. Now he was forced by capitalism to move back to Middlesbrough and work as a mortuary attendant in order to evade the unforgiving claws of poverty. He dreaded each day of his life then till now. He got out and banged the door behind him. He opened his laptop which was heating up as it was an older version of Mac back when Steve Jobs was still alive.
“Wha….. T!!!” he could only mutter that one word he looked again at the small grainy screen on the computer. He had recently fallen for the Bitcoin crypto frenzy. He had invested his remaining equity from London by selling his establishments clothes. Bitcoin had fell by over 87%that day leading Arthur to an estimated loss that led him to being so poor and dejected.What life now!.. He begged the question again And again…Â
… Later that night. A body was found in the drive way in a Toyota premio with a gunshot on his head. Arthur had decided to join his family in eternity.Â
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