It was the summer of 1983 and eight-year-old Danny Brown was having a terrible time. A shy and serious only child, he had recently been forced to move with his parents and, as far as he was ... [+]
"Everyone is buying it like mad."
"And you need another 40 rolls?"
I said.
He didn't.
But with toilet paper the new currency,
he soon became a greedy robber baron.
Until supply exceeded his demands.
He disappeared till after the pandemic.
Resurfaced wrapped in toilet paper.
Like a Halloween mummy,
he insisted he was cursed.