The bill
July 31, 2006
Posted in The well |
I figure I’m entitled to something. Anything. Just entitled.
Whatever I get usually has a price tag on it, and sometimes includes some of my blood as currency.
If it comes free, it usually is a payback from past actions. That I’d rather not be reminded of.
As it is, my life at check out will fit in a lunch paperbag.
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