Apparently, freedom and finding a place of his own and away from the family after he graduated high school was not in the cards for Andrew; he wasn’t able to land a high-enough paying job to rent a single apartment or even a room in a elderly widow’s basement, he had no friends to go in together on housing because he had no friends, nor did he have funds for school. Continue reading
Hunched over the bar rail, leaning into the bowl of free peanuts, having made his way from the bright morning, across a treacherous savannah of broken shells, pull-tabs and a number of suspicious sticky spots, Artie noted he was out of money and therefore, on his final drink. Continue reading
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