I was a night-shift security guard at a securities brokerage. After a car accident, my left eye could see the footprints left by money as it passed by. Warm gold meant honest money, cool colors circling around meant a scam, and black meant a crash. Three times a day, ten seconds each time, and I couldn't see what was in my own hands. The first money I earned was by helping a woman who sold vegetables make sure her daughter's tuition was safe. Then I discovered that the case involving my dad twelve years ago was a fake.
