The Roaring Twenties

This is the face I’m making as I talk to Ernesto at Bank of America Credit Card Fraud Services. I hate to complain when most of the world is in a state of shambles, occupying various cities, but we’ve all got our troubles. 

It is extremely difficult to pull it together every month to make rent, food, gas, insurance and have anything left over for socializing, a date, a nice meal, or concert tickets, especially in the field of writing. 

But then, out of nowhere, my brother put it so eloquently via iChat just moments ago.

“DOOD. UR FUCKN DEPRESSING. You have family, assets, friends, and you can buy dinner. I have $100 bucks in my checking account. Being broke in your twenties is what it’s all about and it FUKN Rulez.”