His business was robbery, it felt good to make money; it was the root of all evil after all, and he was as evil as they come. Nothing made him smile like counting green, he was raking it in and life was swell. Josh had never imagined he’d grow up to be a con man, but he never thought he’d be a workin’ stiff either. New agers believed the power was now, if that was true then Josh had it made; ’cause as long as the money tree came calling, the present was bliss.