Went into Boston to visit an old friend this past Wednesday. the day started off nicely as we took her two kids to an old fort and got to explore some cool shit while catching up. Then, I called my friends who I have been working under the table with for the past 2 years, expecting to set up a good paying job for Friday (today) and was told that they weren't down to work anymore. I no longer have any source of income. I gripe for a while and get over it after the old friend told me I could rent her and her husbands basement for $50/week and she'd hook me up with a bar tending job at the restaurant she manages. I've got to move 4 hours away into the mountains. So, it's not that bad but I made cash hand over fucking fist for the past few years.
well, I wake early today to visit my uncle who is in the hospital who is dying of liver failure, septic infection, and hepatitis C complications. Driving to get a coffee at 9am, I stop at a red light. Accelerating upon the green light, my car dies in the middle of the intersection. It's never died before. Luckily some dude pulls over and helps push it to a parking lot. He's a fat Puerto Rican with jail tattoos and facial scars. While pushing he starts yelling "yo, you fucking piggies. fuck you. you ain't gonna tow my homie. we going to the parking lot, man." He then says to me "yo, man, I gotta help you. you drive a Honda. I work in pharmaceutical sales, so I gotta work all hours of the day and night. My shit breaks down all the time. Nobody helps me." I end up getting the car towed back to the house and trade the driver my last sack of cali green instead of paying cash.
After this, I walk to where my mother works and ask to borrow her car so I can kick it with my uncle in the hospital. I drive out there and chill for a few hours. He's pretty much passed out the entire time that I'm there due to the medication he is on. The nurse tells me that the infection in his shoulder is due to his having used dirty needles before he got to the hospital. It's like, "great, dude. you used to be a fucking nurse. At least use a clean syringe."
So, I head home again, and check the mail. I've got 2 overdraft notices from the bank that will cost me $70 and another from the insurance company saying that I owe $300 due to a missed $80 car insurance payment. This is aggravating because I went to the bank, for the first time in nearly a year, to set up overdraft protection which will draw from another section of my account. Apparently it wasn't set up correctly and i've got to go talk to some suits and square this shit away on Monday.
Well, I ride my bike over to Starbucks to get a coffee and take a breather. A few weeks ago, a clerk had said she recognizes me from the yoga center and started small talk. We've talked a few times since and I've told her to go to yoga on certain days, because i'm there 4-5 days during the week. She went last night and looked really good in her yoga pants and what not. So today I said "Hey, i'm happy you went to yoga last night... blah blah blah" she smiled and I brushed off the apology she made for not sticking around to chat after class. After a 2.5 hour session I was floating on yoga clouds anyways. She then tells me she went to art school and wants to start working on a spray paint project. With yoga and spray paint in the picture, I see her as a far cooler girl at this point and say "ah, we're always talking it up here. We should hang out sometime" Again, she smiles and says "I'd really like that" and upon asking, gives me her phone number. Well, she's told me her name and I don't remember it, so that's already fucking awkward. I was going to work it out with a text saying "hey, it's steven.... blah blah blah" but i didn't save the fucking number.
Strangely, none of this has brought me into a bad mood. I'm actually content. This financial shit sucks though.
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