Today is a Friday. Last day of the week to find work. I rummage through want ads, circling those which are conducive to my lifestyle. I eat, shower and dress. I smile at myself for looking this well-groomed. I grab my keys, but stop at the door. I go back to the kitchen and pour a stong drink. No sense in going now. No one will hire a guy who’s been drinking. Well, there’s always Monday.
© Dicky J Loweman 2014