It’s the middle of summer.

I haven’t had a job since Thanksgiving and it just occurred to me, I’m fucking broke. Student loan money and my mother have been getting me through the last couple months. Now the loans are gone and my mom can’t make her own mortgage payment. I’m flirting with getting my car repossessed and the internet shutting off any day now. I thought finding a job would be easy in a city where the same business is a quarter of a mile from the last one you passed. If I miss the turn for the 7-Eleven and I’m on empty, I never panic.  There’s another one within my range of sight. Turns out a few hundred thousand people had the same idea so as I said, I’m fucking broke.

Nonetheless, I drove to Starbucks anyway. I figured if I sat in public with a venti iced coffee, a laptop, and people watching I could really write a masterpiece. When I pulled up it was 8:45 and the sun was almost fully set. I wasn’t sure if they closed at 9 or 10 so I approached the door. The hours weren’t listed so I picked up my cell phone to pretend I was getting a call.

That’s right. I faked a phone call so that the barista staring at me from inside would think I had friends. Not to mention the gas it afforded me to drive there and turn around.

I am pathetic.