job searching

I can’t afford shit.

I can’t take care of myself, my family, and our needs.
Let alone our desires.

Laid off again.
Third time in five months.

I’d try delivering pizzas, but my car is shit.
I’d beg in the streets, but my pride hasn’t quit.

Scraped up enough to get me a pack of smokes
to pass the day.
For lower prices I’ll have to drive across the county,
out of my way.

It’s gonna be a long day of job searching.
I better pick up some beers.
Found a sixer of cheap pilsner
it helps hide my anxieties and fears.