Comment: What are you

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What are you

going to do tomorrow? The jig is up. The dollar has finally equated its self to what it really is (paper + plastic less functional than a grocery bags). Now what? Your hungry. You need contact solution. You want some entertainment. Perhaps a nice book to read and a coffee. Too bad. It's an apocalyptic world now. Nothing happens anymore unless its evil. You can't go anywhere because streets have ended. Someone put obstacles and burning cars everywhere, and your feet are useless because your shoes are worn out and you have a blister. Nothing works anymore either. Hydroelectric powered light switches are all triggers to elaborate boobie traps and gasoline just attracts birds that drop matches. Everyone is a ravenous pillager lurking around for a chance to steel your precious few resources. The world has come to an end because money has lost its trustworthy value.........
Or, perhaps people are still people, wanting the things they want, doing the things they do, and needing the things they need.....

Your hungry you say? Stop by your local farmer for a game of tradezies and pick your self up a sack of spuds and a chicken. Don't worry, he'll be planting more this spring now that he's got you as a new costumer. Oh, but wait....money can't buy you those new shoes you need and your paycheck might as well be monopoly money. Better make a deal with the boss. Take a few days wages in stock and set a few items aside for trade. They'll come in handy. A new set of winter tires might not be useful to you right now, but a trade with your local pharmacist will set you up with a bit of an account for things like bandaids and bootlegged bottles of contact solution.

You wish things were simpler and you didn't have to peddle here and there just to get by? Voila. Your in luck. A few people are melting down their jewelry and paying for goods and labor. Not only that, the local pawn shop made a deal with the scrap yard. Their minting pure copper coins and working as a bank. They're setting up accounts to help people better trade for services rendered.

But all this makeshift surviving is bleak and lonely you say? I wonder if anyone else is feeling the same way? Perhaps, some of them are wanting to talk about it over a case of home brews and some forgotten tunes you use to play on your CD player.......
...and life goes on.