"They say you walk close to the ground so you can always hear distant whispers in your ear." - Devics, Distant Radio
I have $39 to my name. There's a $1000 check out there in this city with my name on it that I hope to get my hands on this weekend, sure, and I get my first check of mickey dollars from the House of Mouse on Wednesday but today, Saturday morning, I'm working with a twenty, a ten, a five and 4 ones.
I haven't worked for 5 months out of the last 10. I spent 4 months on vacation from work. I had severance and a vision of blogging laist into a full-time gig. I spent a week in Austin, Texas, partially on my own dime. I've bought a lot of geek products, gadgets and software. While not working, my rent increased 33%. It costs $40 right now to fill my gas tank. I haven't ever maintained a budget. I've always made more money than I've needed.
Despite my lack of planning and free-wheelin' financial sense, I'd managed to stay in the black with some coin to spare leading up to my first real pay day with the new gig.
Then there was an audible pop from my tires on Tuesday. A flat on Wednesday. New shoes for the Ion on Thursday. 4 new shoes.
My wallet wept.
This is why I should take public transportation. Me and cars ain't never been friends.
I had $89 last night.
Then we went to Brasil.
So, Hi. My name is Jason. I'm fat and broke.
Wanna make out?