i.n.v.u. rum

[image: jerry portelli]

half a tub of haagen daaz and a bag of chips later I am officially depressed. The whole trip for this summer is endangered because I can't come up with enough money to finance the extra mile. Trains are expensive and so is Paris. I don't want to have a shit time being constantly strapped for cash. And then there's the whole clashing of cultural values at home. For the time that's going to be spent, the "M" word was brought up, which sent me into a fury of frustration. Why the hell would I lock myself down with that burden at this age? I know full well the risks that are on the line but preaching to me about responsibility is fraught full of hypocrisy - especially when we're talking about financial responsibility.

I'm going on detox.