I had been stealing money quietly just for this time. I went outside of the room carrying my clothes and walking on tiptoes silently making my way to ...he kitchen towards the bundle of cash that I had hidden inside the cookie jar. It was 238 dollars and 76 cents to be right. After dressing up and wearing my shoes, I pocketed the money and checked my clock. 12:45, exactly as planned. I then silently went outside our house and ran.I never even looked back to the place I had been calling home since. Is it stylish? Are you actually poor and dirty? I'm not sure... I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of beer goggles. Twilight Zone kicks in....Fat is. ‘‘You need to start this fucking barbecue before I throw it over the dam fence.’’ I heard my alcoholic dad say.I started to get up but Mandy grabbed me before I did and we kissed, “I love you” Mandy said.“I love you too.”She then pulled my pillow and rolled back over, using it to cover her head. My eyes moved drawn to her ass peeking out from the bottom of my football jersey, she wasn’t lying when she said she had nothing on underneath.An hour later as I was flipped some burgers over, when. ” another drink for the ageing constable was offered and quickly consumed then the old lad went on “ he left a note and a letter addressed to you, personal like and the house key,” he handed her an envelope with her name in flowing handwriting on the front, then touching his fore-lock he tottered to the door having done his duty and feeling the strength of the brandy which he was so unused to. Outside in the fresh air he mounted his bike and literally wobbled away thanking the lord it was.