It’s the end of the month and, like always, I’m 2 or 3 hundred short.
Oh, I’ll work it out.
I’ll pick up an extra gig or two.
I’ll find something to sell or pawn.
I have good friends and I’m quick to pay them back.
Unless, of course, I’m told, “Forget it. Glad to help. Just pay it forward when you can.”
And, while I don’t forget it, I take them at their word and I don’t sweat the prompt return.
I have a family to support and, by God, beg, borrow and steal is not just a song lyric when it comes to their well being.
I will do anything for the people I love.