Dead End Job by Christopher Ridge

I Feel Like a Million Bucks

Beggars can't be choosers. But there are more than a few red flags when the homeless man accompanies the ridiculously wealthy man to his palatial home for a million-dollar payday. When one bears a sign indicating they will work for food, there's typically an implicit limitation to what sort of work they're signing up for, and the room filled with tools and evidence of horrific undertakings is almost enough to terminate the agreement...almost. The wealthy man offers his repeated assurances that everything will be fine, despite all appearances to the contrary, and the homeless man agrees to perform the tasks required of him. Everything is most certainly not fine, not by the loosest definition of the word, but a million buck is a million bucks, and I don't know that I'd turn down that offer for the gruesome and peculiar requests of the employer. Christopher Ridge provides readers with a surprisingly strange and entertaining tale with Dead End Job, subverting our expectations every step of the way and leaving us wondering what the hell we just experienced as we reach the conclusion.