He wasn't doing nothing these days, of course, this didn't mean he was looking for a job. He was just thinking about where his first pot of money should come from.,He stood there staring at a laundromat across the street for most of the morning, and scribbling in a notebook. He was making his first dollar.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。