Anthony Long was your average hotshot banker type working for Lando, Luckman, & Lake, a large financial firm that had it's fingers in many pots, guided many hands, and traded plenty of money. Days for Anthony were spent talking fast to his clients and promising them the world, his nights were reserved for talking fast to women and guaranteeing them the world. He had it all and still wanted more. He was hungry, tenacious, and driven. He was a shark. ----------- Today, Anthony found himself outside L,L, & L, across the street and in front of his favorite hotdog vendor. His name was Paul, just Paul, a stout little man who kept his business running smoothly despite appearing to be nearly overwhelmed at any moment. There was a delicate art to this, a dance Paul did well, and as a result paid off well. "Hey, Paulie, gimme two dogs, one naked and the other covered in blood... uh, and a Pepsi, why not.", Anthony said. His usual order of one plain hotdog and one with ketchup. He had overheard Paul use the slang a few times and now used it every chance he got. Not every vendor knew the "lingo", but he figured they must be new. "Just Paul, Tony. Come on, you've been comin' here for, what? Five years now? It's just Paul.", was the reply from the vendor. He hated the name, just as Anthony hated to be called "Tony", it was their little game. Anthony laughed and paid the man, half of the appeal of coming to here was the casual bullshitting that was done. Balancing his two hotdogs and can of soda, he walked down the street to a small park that was mainly used by pigeons and business types. He found his usual spot, a bench that sat close to the wall of a big building, covered by trees on either side. It was ideal for him to sit and think or just people watch. Resting with a sigh, he dug into his lunch, letting his mind wander among his various interests. A wide range of baseball, women, and money. Though he had more than most people could dream of having, he always wanted a little more; have a better car, be completely irresistible to the ladies, hell... be a professional baseball player. He was never satisfied and that drive is what made him so successful now. With a bit of a chuckle he said to himself, "I wish..."