Hey look! You have five dollars sitting next to you on the table, or next to your empty pasta bowl, or next to your body...in
your wallet. I bet the stuff in your wallet would make the stuff in my wallet very happy. (God, I feel
cheap)
Okay I am trying anything. I am desperate and have hit rock bottom. You, the reader, the lady with the cat around her
neck and you..the guy smoking, staring at the screen wishing I was his 'Boy Toy'...I need YOUR help. I am asking for as much
or as little as you want to throw my way and in return I will keep you entertained.
You've been in my shoes. You've searched through your car seats trying to find enough coins to buy macaroni cause it
lasts awhile. You've smashed your piggy bank - you've flea marketed with the best of em, you have even looked into donating
eggs (if you can) but when you've hit ROCK BOTTOM there isn't much else you can do.
Wanna hear my story? Interested in how I got where I am from the beginnning? Well, too bad. I don't
want to reveal that much yet. But i will tell you how my story ends. It ends with me at a yardsale. And I am walking through
the stands and tables and I see, my old telephone, on someone else's table.I donated it to Goodwill when I was feeling generous.
It works and now they want $2.00 for it. I'd buy it back but my local phone company won't give me a phone
line because I owe them $98.00. So I keep walking.
I come across a really nice TV. The guy selling it says "It's free. you can have it." I want to take it home
with me, but I apologetically turn away, I have no electricity because I can't afford my utility bill which is now at $100
plus.
A guy I used to work with waves hi as he passes me. I wave, embarrassed, knowing answers to questions he won't ask. Why'd
they fire you? Your skilled, your intelligient, your a hard worker, your beautiful, you have a great ass....whoops!
Got a bit carried away. I keep walking. That story would take a while. And one day, after I trust all
of you readers of this website, i'll tell it to ya.
It starts to rain. I go to leave but I have no car because CAN YOU BELIEVE IT WAS FREAKIN' STOLEN?!!!
So I walk and find my self wandering aimlessly because the rental office I used to rent from booted me out for owing
them $700.00 plus in back rent.
I don't want much. Just that extra five you have there, the one you found on the curb next to the back tire of your truck.
Or the $3 you have left over from breakfast. Next week, are you really gonna miss that $3.00?
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