Writing prompt: It's 2031, unhealthy food has been outlawed and you run a clandestine underground diner.
It's 2031, unhealthy food has been outlawed and I run a clandestine underground diner called Fudgies. Sugar was the biggest sin, but there were also people devoted to meats. Normally you saw people looking perfectly healthy, not overweight, no teeth missing. Inside my diner, all the people were not perfect, there were flaws. They were almost a badge of courage. Toothless husseys hooked up with fatsos. Meat loving animals hooked up with like. I expanded into the next building and made a disco for people to dance and copulate. Things got pretty viviparous so I opened up a hotel above the disco. The hotel attracted more oddballs and it became a kind of hookup hotel for the strange. I added a bar, for people who were unusual but not into unusual food. They were unusual in other ways. Then people complained that they didn’t want to drink but still meet up so I created a cafe for the strange. The Cafe for the Strange was a hit, and I had to expand and create a restaurant. The restaurant had conventional food. From one end of the block you got the ordinary food, but strange people, and then at the end of the block was strange food. It became a block that attracted people and soon like business grew up on the other side of the street and down the block. Pretty soon I was the king of StrangeTown, and the cops started raiding my diner, trying to put it out of business. There were a lot of cops eating there when they raided it, and they let them all go, and the cops went back to the precinct and talked to the whole group about letting it remain open. Kind of like Paddy’s the bar that stayed open throughout prohibition. I had to make it a bit of a speakeasy, without glass windows. But aside from hiding it from plain sight, I kept getting and making all the banned unhealthy foods. A vegan version opened up across the street. They focused more on sugar. With that business being drained off I had to focus more on meat. It was pretty gruesome in the back, chopping up all that flesh, grinding up the meat for hamburgers. Pork chops and hotdogs. You could get all the banned foods.
Marijuana had been legalized 22 years ago, and people would get very high and then go out to eat. They were more impulsive, and I opened up a donut shop, the perfect high food. The block was booming. The cops allowed the illegal stuff if it wasn’t flaunted. The neighborhood grew and grew and grew. The size became a problem. When it was small, you could ignore it, but when it got bigger, the politicians began to want their cut, and when we resisted the shake down, they started writing vindictive legislation to force the cops to break it up. It was during the riots of 2045 that my daughter was born. My wife was vegan, like almost everyone now, and wanted me to close Fudgies, but was a regular at the bakery, gobbling down the sugary treats. We used only ethical sugar that didn’t use animal parts to process it. We only used ethical dyes, no crushed red bugs.
My business partners wanted to open a gambling parlor. I drew the line there, and they opened one anyway. Pretty soon gangsters began to lurk around the neighborhood, lending money and shaking people down to get money back. That drew more law enforcement and legislators who wanted to only win. The bullets flying made me move out of the hotel and into the suburbs, driving in daily to review yesterday’s take, and make sure everything was running well. The business ran itself and I began to take more days off to spend with my daughter. I knew there was some skimming by some managers, but they kept it reasonable so that I didn’t have to intervene because it was so obvious. In the end I sold out everything and just retired. I put my money into a portfolio and bewitched by a new business, I went into the money markets. I hired hordes of math students just out of college, and listened to them. Soon they were spinning off business of their own and the whole ecology of money market was altered by my involvement in it. That is when my story begins. My daughter just graduated from college with a math degree, and I was going to get her into the family business. But she wasn’t into it. I should have listened to her.
It's 2031, unhealthy food has been outlawed and I run a clandestine underground diner called Fudgies. Sugar was the biggest sin, but there were also people devoted to meats. Normally you saw people looking perfectly healthy, not overweight, no teeth missing. Inside my diner, all the people were not perfect, there were flaws. They were almost a badge of courage. Toothless husseys hooked up with fatsos. Meat loving animals hooked up with like. I expanded into the next building and made a disco for people to dance and copulate. Things got pretty viviparous so I opened up a hotel above the disco. The hotel attracted more oddballs and it became a kind of hookup hotel for the strange. I added a bar, for people who were unusual but not into unusual food. They were unusual in other ways. Then people complained that they didn’t want to drink but still meet up so I created a cafe for the strange. The Cafe for the Strange was a hit, and I had to expand and create a restaurant. The restaurant had conventional food. From one end of the block you got the ordinary food, but strange people, and then at the end of the block was strange food. It became a block that attracted people and soon like business grew up on the other side of the street and down the block. Pretty soon I was the king of StrangeTown, and the cops started raiding my diner, trying to put it out of business. There were a lot of cops eating there when they raided it, and they let them all go, and the cops went back to the precinct and talked to the whole group about letting it remain open. Kind of like Paddy’s the bar that stayed open throughout prohibition. I had to make it a bit of a speakeasy, without glass windows. But aside from hiding it from plain sight, I kept getting and making all the banned unhealthy foods. A vegan version opened up across the street. They focused more on sugar. With that business being drained off I had to focus more on meat. It was pretty gruesome in the back, chopping up all that flesh, grinding up the meat for hamburgers. Pork chops and hotdogs. You could get all the banned foods.
Marijuana had been legalized 22 years ago, and people would get very high and then go out to eat. They were more impulsive, and I opened up a donut shop, the perfect high food. The block was booming. The cops allowed the illegal stuff if it wasn’t flaunted. The neighborhood grew and grew and grew. The size became a problem. When it was small, you could ignore it, but when it got bigger, the politicians began to want their cut, and when we resisted the shake down, they started writing vindictive legislation to force the cops to break it up. It was during the riots of 2045 that my daughter was born. My wife was vegan, like almost everyone now, and wanted me to close Fudgies, but was a regular at the bakery, gobbling down the sugary treats. We used only ethical sugar that didn’t use animal parts to process it. We only used ethical dyes, no crushed red bugs.
My business partners wanted to open a gambling parlor. I drew the line there, and they opened one anyway. Pretty soon gangsters began to lurk around the neighborhood, lending money and shaking people down to get money back. That drew more law enforcement and legislators who wanted to only win. The bullets flying made me move out of the hotel and into the suburbs, driving in daily to review yesterday’s take, and make sure everything was running well. The business ran itself and I began to take more days off to spend with my daughter. I knew there was some skimming by some managers, but they kept it reasonable so that I didn’t have to intervene because it was so obvious. In the end I sold out everything and just retired. I put my money into a portfolio and bewitched by a new business, I went into the money markets. I hired hordes of math students just out of college, and listened to them. Soon they were spinning off business of their own and the whole ecology of money market was altered by my involvement in it. That is when my story begins. My daughter just graduated from college with a math degree, and I was going to get her into the family business. But she wasn’t into it. I should have listened to her.
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