A Breakout Performance

I sat there on the couch watching our new fan turn back and forth. We had installed one of these new fans that has no blades. I was amazed at how quiet and cool it was, before it dawned on me that without blades, the only logical explanation for its amazing cooling was devil magic. As a devout upholder of justice, I decided to get rid of it. But it was just so cool and refreshing. And I needed something to chill out with, because I was boggled over whether or not I should confront Roxxy over her debt consolidation loans that I saw on her phone. Would it be rude? Would it be helpful? Mid thought, she walked into the room from work. She threw an envelope at me, filled to the brim, bursting at the seams with 100 dollar notes.

"There's your pay for the week."

A Recipe for Mayhem

I stepped down each flight of stairs in anticipation. I was always the curious type, and this was certainly one of those things I just had to find out. The moment I stepped out of the door, the car sped away, leaving a screech and a small smokes storm behind it. A note fluttered in the air, landing in my hands.

A New Foe

I've never been quite so angry. My car crashed the other day, rendering me with a hefty repair bill. To make things worse, my insurance wouldn't cover it, because apparently it costs too much to pull that damn kids tricycle out of the wheel. But what really makes me angry is what I found out about my situation with Jo C.

A New Friend

Job hunting is hard. Really hard. Waking up at 6:00 in the morning to print off resume's and heading off to find a job is hardly fun. But sometimes it pays off to be diligent and not live off welfare. Sometimes, we find in times of trouble, that we get that break we're looking for. And that break just happened to become my best friend.