His first name was Cash. It was not a nickname. His mom had given him the name during a different time. People didn't call money 

cash

back then.

Throughout his life he had considered changing his name. But he never actually went through with it. He was that kind of guy. A slider his grandma used to call him.

At his age now he liked the name. It fit in with his personality. He was old school. While the rest of the world used smart phones for everything, he still read an old school 

newspaper

.

He didn't have a crazy morning routine. And he ate eggs and bacon for breakfast everyday.

There probably weren't too many people like him, Cash thought. Or at least... most people weren't like him. Although by the raw numbers there were certainly many people who still read the newspaper, still ate eggs and bacon for breakfast, and still drove an old gasoline burning car.

He had no kids or grandchildren. He didn't have a partner. In fact he had never been in a relationship. The closest he had gotten were a few dates. When people spoke of their true loves from the past, he couldn't understand.

The closest thing to a relationship that Cash had was to the newspaper. The daily horoscopes. The daily editorials. And the crosswords. He did them without fail everyday. He would do them without fail everyday until the day he died. He wondered how many days of the newspaper he had left. He figured he would live another 15 or so years. So 5,400 or so newspapers.