I kick up dirt on the rock shoulder of the road that I take to get to the convenience store by my apartment. Inside, two fat men are sitting at a table, sweating and spitting food at each other while they talk about a football game that they watched in the early nineties. I walk […]
I really – really! – Need some Money. I know that. But I also know that You need to spend Money to make Money. That, or get a Job. But fuck That. So I take my last Twenty dollars And I buy a Lottery Ticket. I lose.