It’s 3:30 pm and I’m in Hemingway’s. I really shouldn’t be here. I really shouldn’t be spending the money even if a large draft is only $1.50. I’ll have two beers and leave the bartender $1.00. That’s four dollars I should keep in my pocket; but to spend five hours in front of a computer screen and then just go back and sit in my apartment would drive me crazy.
My pay check from the job training program I’m in should be in my mail box when I get home. I’m praying it’s around $300. If it is I’ll be able to add it to what I have in my account and pay my rent and have $100 left over for two weeks of operating funds until I receive my next check.
I should have been born rich instead of handsome. Ha ha ha!
GHH
