Thursday, April 12, 2007
Making Rent
After two hours of work at the cafe, I pedaled home and put the ten dollar bill into the used paper cup on my shelf. Two ten dollar bills cuddled together, waiting for more bills, waiting for enough to migrate to my landlords' house. The two dollars and fifty cents in tips will buy a loaf of day-old bread and some over-ripe bananas. What a great day.
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
1 comment:
Robert: You are a gifted writer of essays. I especially like the short ones such as "Making The Rent". May I also say that your blog page is quite well designed (I have an opinion about that, as a graphic designer). Keep up the good work.
— Snowflake.1
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