Oh, God!
The bill.
I’ve racked up big bar tabs and I’ve had outlandish medical bills and I’ve lived through transmission jobs. I know how life works. I know I squirreled away a little money last month and the universe was going to beat it out of me. We’ve all been there… save a small bit of cash for a rainy day (and maybe a sexy air rifle scope) and you’re fucked.
But still I’d walked right into it… with stars and fabricated bracketry in my eyes I’d let my cynical guard down.
I read the digits.
And shit myself.
