A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK PART3 3
Captain Miller and Brendan were on a winding two-lane highway sandwiched between beautifully manicured hedgerows - barracades of nature separating the filthy rich from the great unwashed. The Impala pulled into a gated driveway. The fat guard in the booth waved them through. A panorama of excess spread out before Brendan for nearly two acres. He took an instant disliking to the residents before he even met them. They were poseurs. He could hear the dinner party conversations in his...