When The Con Doesn’t Come Cheap

Ooh, feel that? It’s the pre$$ure of trying to masquerade as a decent human being for just a little longer. It’s maxed out credit cards and unpaid time off and “Fuck, do I have any retirement accounts I can deplete?”

Then the gut punch.

“Oh shit, my wife helped me with all of that. I always picked a fight when she tried to connect about the household budget, because I had to hide my liquor store runs and ATM withdrawals. And she just got an email on Thanksgiving that I generated, which could count as contact and violate the no contact order I so desperately need to maintain to cover my ass.”

Another day, another reminder of how much was managed, maintained, and manned for you. A toddler would have a better inventory of their assets.

Poor baby. Literally.

It costs a lot of money to look that pathetic.

Hopefully Uncle Save-A-Lot can rescue you one more time.

The good news is, your sins WILL find you out, and eventually you’ll have your very own bunk and three squares a day.

You can count on that.