I sat solemnly pondering just days later after my vist uh de brokuh who was gonna do all my infestin’.  Tat lean felluh in that black new suit seemed like he knew what was a doin.  Cause he tawked and tawked about investin and how eerbody was makin money.  As I sat there, I began tuh sink deepah into my memories. 
Everything was gray.  Everybody was a spitting cottin, it was so dry.  We had ruh wear bandanas around our faces and there was no use tuh take a bath beause there was dust everywhere even in our houses.  All de crops were dead.  None of de farmers had a crop for goin’ on two years now.  We was all a hurtin.  None of us could feed our families no more.  Ma and I had tuh get all our stuff out of de house cause them bank fellas were a commin tuh take it back cause we couldn’t pay for it no more.  They came all right tuh run us off.  We sold everything but what we could put in de back of de truck.  We put two mattresses, a dresser, our clothes in suitcases, bedding and towels, kitchen appliances, a big pot tuh bathe in, and all de food we had tuh travel North. 
We decided tuh travel North tuh get work cause we heard dere was great money tuh be made in stocks. We wanted tuh get out of this engulfin’ Dusk Bowl that was destroyin’ everything it touched. It was like being trapped in a desert of doom where there weren’t no end tuh de sand. Just mounds and mounds of sand wherever you looked if you took a step you were swallowed up by that big mouth of a monster with no end tuh it’s appetite.  
We was goin tuh head tuh New York. ‘We was all full of hope and spent our time a singin and playin,’I spy.’ The trip would was about 700 miles on Route 66 from Oklahoma City. We were gonna make a new life for Tim and Gen. We were gonna get back all we lost.  We would work hard and save.  By de third day we saw long lines of cars and trucks full tuh de brim with belongins.  Folks goin for a new life, just like us.  By de fifth day, we had our first taste of what was a commin – our radiator blew.  I hiked ten miles tuh de nearest town tuh get it fixed.  It took near all our extra money tuh fix it.  Man told me tuh take it or leave it.  It was a warning that Ma and I didn’t know was a comin like a giant tawhnado to pick us up and slam us down again and agin, Yep it was a comin!. But we didn’t see it til we got tuh New York. 
Inspired by de surge of stock market prices that have been developin’, I Invested every single gah damn penny I had left tuh that white collard man at de bank. Nevuh once thinkin how volatile de stock market is. But that fateful next day what most people call ‘Black Tuesday’ a disastuh happened. It was as bleak a day as any man has experienced. It was like a great stormy blizzard dat brings snow tuh cover everything so deep even de tallest man can’t get out. Nobody could have seen it coming until it was here in its full force of nature. De stock prices collapsed completely. As if they were decaying dead carcasses. By de end of de day there were shares dat no one would buy for any price. Billions of dollars were lost...includin' every penny tuh me and my familys name. Its tight grasp let no class of society escape it. Dis single day left led many lives intuh de Great Depression. 
As I come back tuh reality I sit in my throne of darkness and sit looking around de room at de dust covered dirt floor. It was October 29, 1929. I felt hopeless about my life. I was a failure.  I lost everthin’ – our farm and now our investment – our future cause I trusted that weasel at de bank.  My family’s future.  Der is no reason tuh be alive anymawh if I can’t evun be a man enough tuh support my family.  I felt de black tentacles of misery begin tuh rap aroun’ me.  I had no fight left n me.  It was like de devil himself was here and was takin’ control of my body and thoughts.  I saw no end tuh de suffering, sickness, spoilage and scourge on this ‘Black Tuesday’. I could not see light no more only a darkness that had no end tuh it. I felt de cold steel of a Winchestuh 94 in my hand. A gun passed on to me by my fasther that I cleaned regularly. Exepct I don’t know how ti got into my ahnds...everything was starting to become a blur. I felt de pull of de tentacles squeezing tightuh my thoughts returned tuh dat somber state of hopelessness – if death is inevitable and I have no future tuh live for why even live any longuh wit tis shame. Wit'out any thought, I looked into de chambuh of de gun, which was like an endless tunnel dat my soul was bein' condemned tuh, and pulled de trigguh.