I used to laugh at the losers hovering outside the dollar store begging for change. “Get a job,” I muttered and never saw the person.
I used to complain when the shopping cart bridgade made early morning raids on the recyle bins—rummaging for dented cans and plastic bottles.
I used to think it could never happen to me – I was too smart, too talented and too connected.
I used to blow money on things I didn’t need or even want. But because I could – I deserved them – I could always get more money next week…
I used to throw away food because it didn’t look good, wasn’t the right color or cooked the way I liked it.
I used to go out with friends for drinks, cover charges and food we didn’t eat so some guy might ask for my phone number.
I used to be rude because I didn’t need help – I could take care of myself and I wasn’t a slacker or a moocher.
it all fell to shit
I had nothing and no one
Pride stopped deciding
what work I would do
what food I would eat
It was the worst thing that ever happened to me and and yet somehow the best.
Christine is kicking her can
Clancy’s can is rolling…