Upside down

But on the flip slide I'm told that everyone is benefiting enormously. Well he didn't say the word enormously but I know he believes in all his theory's and has crunched the numbers. Let me tell you a short condensed story of two brothers. I once cared for them. They were both well into their 80's. I'll tell you their names because I remember them both to this day. I remember Stan coming out of his girlfriends room with his hair on sideways. I remember the crazy mumbles coming out of both of them. Stan and George Silke. One was just as odd as the other and nothing the same. George seemed to be more at ease with life that his brother Stan. He kept to his room with boxed up stuff and papers and things that you couldn't really give away except to family with some sort of connection to the "stuff." Stanley well, Stan was consumed with income tax all year round. You could see him escalating when taxes were due. Both the brothers rooms we lined with receipts,papers, envelops, floor bed ,desk ,chairs, everything was covered .Sleepless nights for both brothers, night after night. Stan and George both ringing for more medication even Stan's girlfriend Anne next door never could wear him out, put him out of his misery just for one good hard night of sleep. Stan was 87, Anne was 56 an ex prostitute that ended up in the same nursing home, not coping well on the outside. She'd lay on her bed and come for meals and sleep with Stan and Stan took care of her problems with money. Anne rang constantly for inhalers because she abused them and they couldn't be left with her. Her dose was 3 hits but she always would insist she never got the last hit and take another. Then out for a butt. George Silke made his money in restate and Stan married a rich old lady with a lot of loot. Mrs. Stovol lived up on the bluff with a long driveway with beautiful gates to the entrance.I don't think they ever married but they were involved with each other deeply in love I heard. When Mrs. Stovol passed away, Stan moved into the nursing home and the house on the bluff was empty for years till it became a high price rental. I once went to a party there. My memory is vague but I do remember somewhat of a drunken tour into the downstairs where there was service quarters and a nasty animal kennel where Doberman pitchers where housed. I remember an elevator, I remember drugs, and later when I went to work and ran into old Stan Silke I thought to myself , man there's some shit going down at the house but those days for Stan are over. Stan passed years ago now. Soon after his brother George. They were sick about their money till the day they died. Neither had any kids to leave their estates too. So sad. So uptight all those years about paying taxes. Both brothers had thousands and thousands of dollars that it appeared to drive both over the edged and they both suffered from different forms of mental illness . I hope someone stuffed the pockets of their old tattered suits when they were laid to rest with hundred dollar bills. As much as those pockets would hold. Give them comfort and peace and to soften the blow of gathering up all that money to see it just simply go.