What is the price of making dreams come true? Can they be bought with money, or do they require something else? Greg wants to see his dreams come true -- to furnish his apartment with nice things, find the perfect girl to share it with, and ultimately become a bigger success than his father had been -- but life keeps finding ways to alter his plans. Can Greg adapt to life's little wrenches and overcome impoverishing events to bring his dreams to reality? Or will he succumb to the hardships of being twentysomething and accept the life he's been given? "Shell Out" is a story I first wrote in 2006 and was inspired by a man crank-calling a local radio station about the stupid things he had sold on eBay. At some point, it will become the first story in a new collection of works called "Tales of Economic Survival," which share a common theme of people working crappy jobs to make ends meet. It's a comedy.
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