In my misspent youth I dealt in black-market pottery.
It started simply enough. A summer job at the museum. Interned under Jenny DiMaggi, hardest hardcase this side of the Smithsonian. We grew her collections, defended her turf.
It was good times. Our exhibits were grade-A pure. No casts, completely uncut. Some anthropologist said our flint knives weren’t context-appropriate; he got buried deeper than a potholing Australopithecus.
They got Jenny eventually. She got greedy, went after a set of Victoriana. Even Jenny couldn’t mess with the Pre-Raphaelites.
But I’m good. I got transferable skills. Hi. I’m Tony Scaliani. Mergers and Acquisitions.
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