*rubs his eyes*
My bank account is locked out.
...
....
Yeah I'm having trouble with a sentence to follow that.
My bank account is locked out because someone made multiple attempts to log into it.
Either my ex is trying to crack my bank account or a hacker is, and I don't know if I'm going to have money for food or electricity tomorrow.
My best friend just advised me to mow lawns to become a millionaire
"start a business"
"that requires investors and starting capital"
"nuh uh, takes a gas can and a lawnmower"
I need less idiotic friends.
And I'm about ready to give up.
I've got a gun
and I've got the night.
I got it all baby.
I am a very dangerous man right now.
To the point that I fear what I'm capable of.
Maybe I should lock up before...
no, no more cages.
No more cages.
Ladies and gentlemen
Mr. Conway Twitty.
Moment's passed. We're fine.
We're just jobless, validationless, sexless, soon to be homeless, and robbed again.
I gotta help my last in-town friend move tomorrow morning.
There are 2 jobs in this city that aren't RN or 3 years+ exp with dataentry.
I know I promised I'd make it, that I'd be alright
that promise gets more impossible with each day.
