>>6002527The hospital is not amused when you tell them good luck after getting the bill, but you at least wait until you turn the corner to chuck the paper in the trash. Then it's onto the streets. It's late when you check your phone and find a text message.
“Clocked you out, don't forget next time.” From your manager. Well fuck you too. You sigh and look at the last message from your mom.
“Sorry I won't be around. See you on the other side.” Yeah, that, that didn't...fuck. You better go visit. You almost call a Shyftrr, then remember you're fucking broke. Better walk, cab service was a scam anyway.
By the time you're puffing up the hill, your bandaged chest aching, it's dark out. You try not to meet the gaze of the caretaker as you pass each other. He gets it, but you aren't supposed to be here at this hour.
<span class="mu-i">Loving Mother
Devoted Wife
Darla Jones</span>
“Hey mom.”
She doesn't say much, but that's pretty typical. You talk for a while, about how shitty work is, how you're always broke, the dog attack.
“Sorry mom, I thought I was ready, but...not yet I guess. Story of my life. Sorry to let you down again.”
She doesn't seem to mind. The piece of shit cherub one row down though is always staring at you like it knows you're supposed to be buried here. Not today bitch!
“Alright, I better get going. See you around mom.”
Walk home. Sleep in your clothes. Wake up with a bird on your chest.
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