Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers! Luckily for me, I was asked to switch shifts (from 11 to noon) so I had an extra hour this morning so I could write this now rather than later, when I could have forgotten what I wanted to write. Coz that happens. Often.
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The House That I Built
“Why do you always bug us to keep the house up?”
“You listen to me very carefully. It took me everything to get where I am. I worked hard. But I became a drug addict and a pusher. I had a house at age 23. Amazing, eh? Well, I almost died from those drugs and lost everything. I owed lots of money and could have gone bankrupt but instead I worked my ass off, ate macaroni and bologna for years as I paid back every single dime I owed.
“So yeah. It’s really important to me to keep my house up.”