He stopped by after getting his script and picking up a bottle of vodka. So after drinking a few shots and eating a few percodan he asks me if I want to borrow 20 bucks.
I didn't say, "No!"
And you don't need a crystal ball or be a psychic to figure out what I did with that money.
I got hold of my regular guy and his shit was 1/2 way decent. Sometimes that's the way it works out. And sleep wasn't elusive either. The pills helped that cause.
Anyway, today is a bright sunny day. I owe my neighbor $40.00 now. I hate getting behind before my check is here, but that seems to be a talent of mine.
I wonder if he'll go for another twenty...
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