Double Green

I worked last night at my second job. I moonlight as a tex-mex server...lucky me. Last night was my first night back on my feet after my toe-splitting bike wreck. It felt good to wear shoes and move faster than a goofy flip flop waddle.
The night was pretty slow until about 8 P.M. when we got a pop. Big tops and other tops poured in the restaurant. I ended up making more than double of what I normally make on a Thursday night. After I cashed out I counted my loot and shrilled. I couldn't help but tell my coworkers the joyous news.
After I had proclaimed my superiority in tips and sales I felt something grip me tightly. Greed. I know I've said it before, but there is something about holding a wad of cash that makes my heart race and a cold sweat break out. I stared at the green, counted it again, and wanted to go stash it in a drawer and guard it. I wanted more. I didn't want to wait until tomorrow. The more I get, the more I want...always.
I'm like those old Goofy cartoons about driving when Goofy, or a creature like goofy, got behind the wheel and would be overcome with road rage. His expression, posture, and attitude changed. The Goofy character actually took on a demonic appearance. I know that the old videos were a cautionary, "how not to drive" lesson, and they were great.
I need to make a video about being in the grip of a money-loving, greed binge episode.
I can only imagine how a big time drug dealer feels with thousands of dollars in front of him/her or a slutty exotic dancer at the end of the night rolling in dough. I envy them, I envy their greed. I'm green with envy over their green.
I think I might have a problem.
p.s. The picture is from a line of books I absolutely loved when I was younger. I had several.