| I went on an e-bay spending binge. I couldn't really help myself, there's just too much cool stuff to buy online. Plus it started off with stuff I needed. OK it wasn't really stuff I needed it was just stuff I though was cool. After a while though I found that I wasn't really buying anything because I needed it or thought it was cool. I just like getting packages in the mail. This was certainly an easy way to brighten my day. Unfortunately all those packages cost money. And I didn't have a whole lotof it to begin with. Nowadays though... I'm just flat out broke. I need money. I'm just not sure how I can get it. I've had no shortage of ideas. But none have been very good. A few days ago I watched people empty all the change out of the parking meters. There's a lot of money in those things. I could use that money. So I tried to come up with a plan to take a "loan" out from the parking meters of East Lansing. The only plan that was getting me anywhere involved a baseball bat and a whole lot of running. Besides the fact that I'm not real big on running right now this plan seemed like it was going to draw too much attention for the size of the payoff. More importantly though, I don't have a baseball bat. The plan was scrapped. I've heard people make a lot of money selling drugs. A lot more than I was going to make bashing in parking meters on Grand River Avenue. Anyway there's a noticeable lack of drug dealers around here. Now I know they don't walk around wearing signs that say "BUY YOUR CRACK FROM LEON" but I figure I could pick one out if I met him. I saw Training Day. I could own this neighborhood. Make a whole lotta cash. And I'd pick up some instant street cred. Drug dealing is a great entrepreneurial business... if you have some drugs to sell. I don't. I'm not really sure who I can talk to about that problem either. If you need supplies for your office you go to Staples. If you need to stock up on some coke and ecstasy... where do you go? That plan was scrapped too. The whole idea of owning this neighborhood set me up with another plan. How about a little organized crime? Everybody loves the mafia. I could get some nice clothes. A new car. Everybody would call me Don. Plus I could have people I don't like knocked off. Once again my plan was destined for failure. Not only am I not Italian, I only have three or four friends that are. That isn't much of a Family. I' haven't given up on this plan completely, just postponed it. I heard about this kid down the hall from me that scalps all of his football tickets. He paid $110 for them at the beginning of the season. Now he sells them for twenty bucks a pop. I did some math and figured out that's only a $30 profit. Thirty dollars won't cover three pizza deliveries. Plus I want to keep my football tickets. That plan just plain sucked. I bought some lotto tickets at the Mobil station down the street. I lost. I got mad. I haven't been back since. A kid in my English class told me I should get a job in the cafeteria. I told him he was an idiot. I'd sell everything I own on e-bay before I went to work in the cafeteria. Or everything my roommate owns... Actually, that's not a bad idea. |
| TCJ II I AM SO POOR |