Rick Wasserman
Bio
I am a published author, a verbose philosopher, a genius inventor (in my mind), a robotic technologist (not in my mind),and a borderline burlesqueteer (if such a word exists), among other almost believable things.
Stories (4/0)
Love, Capitalism, and harsh practicality.
Love, Capitalism, and harsh practicality. By Rick Wasserman. I’ve got the world on a string. I’m sitting on a rainbow. I’ve got the string around my finger. What world, what a life, I’m the boss. I have had the most excellent meal cooked especially for me by the second most beautiful woman in the world, also known as my wife. Tomorrow I go on a two-week vacation on my yacht with the first most beautiful woman in the world, who is my mistress. My company just acquired a drug manufacturer who makes the only substance in the world that can treat Markov Syndrome. Once the paperwork is finished, we intend to mark up the price 4000 %. We also acquired a lovely family-owned business. It was responsibly run, has almost no debts and loads of equity. Once we shut it down and liquidate the assets, we should make a tidy profit. The lawsuit against one of our subsidiaries is nicely tied up in court. Win or lose, all the plaintiffs will be long dead and buried by the time anything is settled. All in all, this has been a very productive day.
By Rick Wasserman3 years ago in Fiction
Green Skies over Cincinnati.
Green Skies over Cincinnati. By Rick Wasserman. As a child, I was so terrified by tornadoes that I tried to not even think the word. I was born in Cincinnati, though we moved to Oklahoma for a while in my teens. The irony of that is not lost on me, but strangely enough, the topography of North-Eastern Oklahoma is too mountainous for tornadoes, so we never had one during my stay.
By Rick Wasserman3 years ago in FYI
The suspicious package was very suspicious.
It was spring break in the early ‘00s, and the world was a new and more dangerous place. The towers had fallen, and wars were being waged, but nothing stands between college-aged co-eds and their beer. The kids this year were doubling down though. With war in the air and feelings of patriotism at an all-time high, people were “partying like it was 1999,” as we used to say back in the day.
By Rick Wasserman3 years ago in Fiction
