I am frequently terrified of checking the balance at the Cash Machine.
one was hiding
Always give the pack a good shake before you come to any jackass conclusions.
Always check your evidence.
I bend my knees, crack my wrist blow in the fist and scream like a low stakes jack praying for craps
for gas cash
to get the fuck off of
It’s a long prayer, please be in there
I stare waiting to hear the churning scream of the tumblers starting to click and
spit it out
Pull it together, stick your finger down your throat and
And I count how many days till payday and think of how I can treat myself with what I got left.
I’m still four dollars short of a bottle of Two Buck Chuck.