If I had a nickel..

“Yeah, I saw a bank robbery once. There was a masked man with a gun who burst into the place with the most menacing face you ever did seen. I can’t even imagine how menacing it would be if the mask was off. He told us to get on our knees, give up our personables, and pray. Well, I had bad knees so I decided to sit instead. I also didn’t have any personables as he called them, just my paycheck and a deposit slip. And I thought praying seemed a bit foolish, since if I was going to talk it would likely be to someone who could respond in a timely fashion. Miracles have lots of preparing for, you know. Needless to say, I was the least favorite hostage. Nonfunctional, poor, and a heathen.”

I am broke as a joke that couldn’t afford a punch line. The banks are friendly enough. The money used to be there. Then again, I used to have a job. This will be remedied soon and if anything, a new job will only add to the growing repertoire of stories that I have. Here is to looking towards the future, and living well beyond my means.

Cheers.

–Chris