Perhaps one day I'll expand this when the budget crunch is over ...




We nickel’d and dime’d each other to death. Our currency was played out in words like “fuck” and “you” and “bastard” and “cunt.” We slowly unraveled our year plus relationship over the matter of funding. I turned a cheesy movie line into my own brand of “I don’t want to leave you, but I will if I have to.” The original of “I don’t want to kill you, but I will if I have to,” seemed much more appropriate given the situation. We gouged each others eyes out with pennies and begged for the other to see the blinding light of the all mighty dollar. We were a city bugeting our spending. We came up short and would have to enlist higher taxes. In the end, our finances went up in the air, which means I’ll be living off ramen noodles again.

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