We call them the Slicks.
They travel underground, or in big cars. They work in big towers or small offices. They thrive in close spaces under fluorescent light.
They live off borrowed youth and abandoned dreams. They are waiting for you. They feed off your time, and they pay nicely for it.
You see them in the streets. You work with them. You might even live with one of them.
They come for your dreams but they don’t come at night, they come under the light of day. And they don’t come for you as much as you go to them.
We call them the Slicks, and you better watch out before it’s too late. You wouldn’t want to become one of them too.