being poor

these are true stories of being poor.

The burger. Since a recent inadvertent downgrade in pay scale, I have been stopping in at McDonald's often. It is true what they say about poor people eating at McDonald's. I am living proof. Corollary, type 2 diabetes just became part of my future.

I found $5 near Medicine Lake on Saturday. Two hours later, I walked past a '$4.99 and less' sale sign outside Urban Outfitters. I felt too poor to step inside. I would later step inside McDonald's but that is beside the point.

My shopping is limited to sales at Savers. If I showed you snapshots of the company I keep there, you would think they were mug shots. Mine wouldn't be. I am the only person shopping on 99 cent Mondays without a heaping cart full of one man's trash. I am the person carrying 3 or 4 pieces of one man's trash.
i.e. treasure

My new year's resolution was to buy all my bread from local bakeries. It should be easy. The nearest is an amazing place two blocks from my apartment. That's 3 blocks closer than the nearest grocery store. And the bakery is, without exception, open before I wake up. But this week I made bread. This was actually more about laziness and it being 20 below zero than poverty. But it's still a true story. Beer quick bread.

Desperation is spreading. I found a secondhand fortune on the closet floor. It must have fallen out of Jon's jeans. Higher truth? Finders keepers.