
Being broke might’ve been fun in school, when
everyone around you was broke too and you could go to a party and say, “I’m so broke,” and your pals would say, “Me, too. God, I’m
sooo broke,” and fall out in laughter. Take it from me, kids: it ain’t so fun when you’re in your twenties or thirties and out of school and still broke and everybody’s like, I thought you had a master’s and you try to explain to them that you do, that you got your master’s in
being broke and now nobody at the cocktail party is laughing; they don’t think that’s a very funny joke. Sometimes you drink, but then people say Hey I bet if you quit drinking you wouldn’t be so broke. You can try explaining it to them, but fuck it; have
they ever read
The Collected Work of Insignificant Writer?I see a pattern emerging here at R3.
Rating: 10% (Points added for the martyrdom delusion that comes with empty pockets)
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