Fucked

There’s twelve bucks in my bank account and my next paycheque ain’t coming until next Friday. And that fucker is going to be all of twenty bucks due to me missing a lot of work recently. I’m turning twenty-two in ten days. This really wasn’t where I pictured myself at when I was younger. I mean, yeah, I always figured I’d be broke, but I always thought I’d have something to show for it. Some sort of credibility, at least a manuscript of a rejected book shopped around.

No dice.

I am not where I want to be.

But, at least the new Matt Good single is awesome.