Once upon two times, on the small village of Villeville, which can be found in the very outskirts of the eastern coast of America, there was a man that kind of settled in that village. He was from New York, but due to the lack of funds, as known as money, or green pieces of paper, he came in to make a new start. He had no other choice. So at this village was his grandmothers house. She was still alive, and still a stupid old lady, who grandson hated or disliked, but what can you do? Sometimes life doesn't bring things the way , you want to. You just have to get over it and get up fast. otherwise, you'll get stepped over.
So there he was, took him long way to reach that old pathetic boring town of fishermen, but he was ready to do what is needed.The town was really not much of beauty. And the weather didn't help at all. It just had the essential. One newspaper, a grocery store, some houses, a church and a whole bunch of curious citizens, the kind that asks personal questions demanding an answer even if most of the times the answer to the question is absent. You can't avoid them as well, many have tried to do so, but it's quite impossible. Especially if you're famous. Even a little.
He was just a journalist on the New York Times, and he was writing novels- when he got the time for it of course. But since there was hardly time for anything if you're a new yorker, he just kept on being a journalist. So local folks kept asking all the silly questions. But he managed to live. He had to. He needed a job. And he knew the place for one.
He remembered from his childhood that there was a local newspaper. Pretty overrated by those who live there, and pretty unheard of by those who don't. And he was on the second part. He took all his pride left, and opened the door. Most of the people working in there, were suprised to see someone they haven't seen for so many years, others carried on writing articles, and others were in the toilet and couldn't see. However, he could barely recognise one of them to say hello or something, so he just said Morning to all of those that stared at him. He entered the boss's office. Suprisingly enough for a boss's office this one was like the others on the outside, and if it wasn't for that cool looking computer standing on it, he wouldn't be able to tell he was the boss. No ashtray's as well. "Hello, Mat. Nice to see you again, after so long," his boss said opening his arms to embrace him which he did in the next second, trying to make Mat feel welcome but he managed to achieve the exact opposite."Eh..hello," was the only word Mat replied. They sat talking about childhood and job relative matters for a couple of minutes. Mat managed to cool a little, but he lost his cool when George said about the wage. Before he managed to say or do anything though George said that he could earn more if he wrote articles that could make first page. Didn't so good at all, but it sounded about good enough to worth a shot, thought Mat. So they shook hands.