Marvin Jenkins had never been a man of means. Sure he ha worked some interesting odd jobs in his day: Bee keeper, pest exterminator, and even the pyrotechnics adviser for a few semi-famous bands, but he’d never been well-to-do or had much to call his own. That was OK, he wasn’t really into the materialistic things in life, and ever since he’d been declined active duty in the military services (chronic asthma and a gimpy knee, wouldn’t ya know) he hadn’t been much of a patriot either. When you’re not good enough to potentially die for your country, it can put certain things in perspective for a man.
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