Harsh reality seemed to end his cooking. The flow state sort of fizzled out, and then the other shoe would drop. He was already drawing from his savings this month, but with the loan payments, car payments, and wifi it drains him. Jack's portion of everything would come in soon, but then Amazon and Spotify subscriptions to get what he needed and fast would come in. Then some storage payment from Apple. That usually hit him while he was down.
He calmed down a little there was about two hundred, some of the bills hadn't happened. So he knew that those were coming. But he still had enough, he wouldn't get paid for summer camp until two months he thought. Fuck. Might be close. Financial aid wouldn't start until the term, until October at least.
Not that he had to really take any, he was in grad school, but it might help with things, not having to use his savings. He wasn't sure. What was it going to be now or later he always thought, now or later they'd come for it.
He was washing dishes now, his hands full of soap, he was washing the spoons and forks, and the egg pan was in the other side soaking.
He calmed down a little there was about two hundred, some of the bills hadn't happened. So he knew that those were coming. But he still had enough, he wouldn't get paid for summer camp until two months he thought. Fuck. Might be close. Financial aid wouldn't start until the term, until October at least.
Not that he had to really take any, he was in grad school, but it might help with things, not having to use his savings. He wasn't sure. What was it going to be now or later he always thought, now or later they'd come for it.
He was washing dishes now, his hands full of soap, he was washing the spoons and forks, and the egg pan was in the other side soaking.