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Sure, I’ve got whiskey, scotch, bourbon, gin, vodka, all top shelf, lemon and lime liquors for home made margaritas.  I’ve got good wine and great and Shitty beer but all I wanted was a glass of wine out of a box, it’s my staple and I’m out, poverty sucks.

I feel like a total ass but I broke my own cardinal rule and busted out a kick ass bottle of wine with nobody to share it with. Gouda cheese, green olives and farm fresh salami. Yes, that’s right I’m having a pity party and your not invited.  It seems to happen about this time every month, I accidentally look at the calander and oh shit, bills are due.

Since I can’t do anything about it today I corked a world class bottle of wine, made snacks for dinner and here I sit  suffering miserably alone and in poverty. I light a few candles, put on some good music and smile.  I’ve worked my entire life to make it from the top to the bottom, it’s been a struggle and I do have to say, it fits me like a glove.  I look around the cabin in the soft flickering light and realize I’ve made it, nirvana.  I’m not poor, I’m broke, there is a difference. 

“We are not rich by what we possess but by what we can do without.” 

― Immanuel Kant


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