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even, which didn’t make sense; the need for a cigarette increasing with each passing minute.
Awesome.
And what do you know I was all out of Tootsie Pops. It just kept getting better and better.
God, I would kill for a cigarette . Just one more inhale. No one would even have to know. And I could just quit again tomorrow. What’s the harm?
Ah, fuck. I was starting to sound like a junkie, and there was no way I was falling off the wagon. I was just going to have to push through, moody bastard my way through the rest of the day. Thankfully no else had to put up with my bullshit mood. There was a positive.
So rather than risk having a moment of weakness later, I grabbed my keys and my phone and decided to head out the door. Getting my candy stash back up to par was my first objective, and improving my frame of mind came second. Either way, I was done sitting around thinking about a girl I had no business thinking about. That shit was in the past and that’s where I intended to leave it.
Things can always get worse. I knew this, my last few weeks had been an exercise in adding a new layer of misery to an already overflowing load—and yet, I was still freaking surprised.
My head hadn’t even made a proper indent on my pillow, sleep not coming as I tossed and turned in my bed. The replay of the night’s events was still turning in my head, and my eyes still wearing most of last night’s make-up when the next bomb dropped. News of my change in employment status had reached my landlord. Specifically that my employment status had been revoked. How? It was still a mystery, although if I had to take a wild stab in the dark I would wager it was my ever-pessimistic neighbor, Joy. Her name was actually ironic because no joy lived in her. Nothing. She was devoid of happiness. Which is why I assume when she saw me crying outside my door carrying a cardboard box housing my prized stapler and coffee mug, she joined the dots. Ratted me out like a second grader vying for the teacher’s affection. There was no loyalty among the sexes.
The knock at my door happened around ten a.m., the subsequent questioning happened soon after. My lease had expired last month and with the anticipation of Rob asking me to move in with him, I had yet to renew it. Dumb by all counts. So after informing me that technically I could be tossed out at the end of the month, the demand was made that I pay in advance the next three months rent if I wanted to renew my lease. Security and all that, surely I understood. His cheesy smile didn’t comfort me nor did his offer that we try to work out another arrangement—the fine print being my ass could be used as an acceptable method of payment.
Seemed finding refuge in my apartment was also not in the cards. No—that also had to be taken from me. Instead, I had to focus on how to make some money quick—at this point I was willing to bend on legalities—or find a new place to live. Neither option filled me with excitement or hope. Didn’t the universe get the memo that I’d had my share of crap? Obviously not.
It was around two in the afternoon when I’d hit bottom. I’m talking the lowest most desperate place. Darkness, despair, devastation. And they were just the D words. I was slowly working my way through the alphabet, wondering if anyone would actually notice if I was gone. Seriously, notice. I still had Renee’s jacket hanging in my closet, so at the very least she’d need me for that. It was a flimsy excuse at best but one I held onto. My untimely death not looking like an option.
So rather than toy with the idea of building a meth lab in my bathroom and becoming a notorious drug lord—what? I got an A in chemistry—I got up off the floor and forced myself to shower. Look at me adulting, all without Renee’s threats or a serving of Kung Pao chicken. Maybe I could actually do this. The this not thought out beyond getting clean and dressed. Let’s not get too crazy now; my life was still in
Awesome.
And what do you know I was all out of Tootsie Pops. It just kept getting better and better.
God, I would kill for a cigarette . Just one more inhale. No one would even have to know. And I could just quit again tomorrow. What’s the harm?
Ah, fuck. I was starting to sound like a junkie, and there was no way I was falling off the wagon. I was just going to have to push through, moody bastard my way through the rest of the day. Thankfully no else had to put up with my bullshit mood. There was a positive.
So rather than risk having a moment of weakness later, I grabbed my keys and my phone and decided to head out the door. Getting my candy stash back up to par was my first objective, and improving my frame of mind came second. Either way, I was done sitting around thinking about a girl I had no business thinking about. That shit was in the past and that’s where I intended to leave it.
Things can always get worse. I knew this, my last few weeks had been an exercise in adding a new layer of misery to an already overflowing load—and yet, I was still freaking surprised.
My head hadn’t even made a proper indent on my pillow, sleep not coming as I tossed and turned in my bed. The replay of the night’s events was still turning in my head, and my eyes still wearing most of last night’s make-up when the next bomb dropped. News of my change in employment status had reached my landlord. Specifically that my employment status had been revoked. How? It was still a mystery, although if I had to take a wild stab in the dark I would wager it was my ever-pessimistic neighbor, Joy. Her name was actually ironic because no joy lived in her. Nothing. She was devoid of happiness. Which is why I assume when she saw me crying outside my door carrying a cardboard box housing my prized stapler and coffee mug, she joined the dots. Ratted me out like a second grader vying for the teacher’s affection. There was no loyalty among the sexes.
The knock at my door happened around ten a.m., the subsequent questioning happened soon after. My lease had expired last month and with the anticipation of Rob asking me to move in with him, I had yet to renew it. Dumb by all counts. So after informing me that technically I could be tossed out at the end of the month, the demand was made that I pay in advance the next three months rent if I wanted to renew my lease. Security and all that, surely I understood. His cheesy smile didn’t comfort me nor did his offer that we try to work out another arrangement—the fine print being my ass could be used as an acceptable method of payment.
Seemed finding refuge in my apartment was also not in the cards. No—that also had to be taken from me. Instead, I had to focus on how to make some money quick—at this point I was willing to bend on legalities—or find a new place to live. Neither option filled me with excitement or hope. Didn’t the universe get the memo that I’d had my share of crap? Obviously not.
It was around two in the afternoon when I’d hit bottom. I’m talking the lowest most desperate place. Darkness, despair, devastation. And they were just the D words. I was slowly working my way through the alphabet, wondering if anyone would actually notice if I was gone. Seriously, notice. I still had Renee’s jacket hanging in my closet, so at the very least she’d need me for that. It was a flimsy excuse at best but one I held onto. My untimely death not looking like an option.
So rather than toy with the idea of building a meth lab in my bathroom and becoming a notorious drug lord—what? I got an A in chemistry—I got up off the floor and forced myself to shower. Look at me adulting, all without Renee’s threats or a serving of Kung Pao chicken. Maybe I could actually do this. The this not thought out beyond getting clean and dressed. Let’s not get too crazy now; my life was still in
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