He sucked down his coffee, and dragged heavily on his cigarette. With his eyes unfocused on the brick under his own feet, he didn't notice the approach of Alyssa's feet along with the rest of her body. Nothing sweet, that's for sure. I don't know what the fuck their problem is. All I know is that I have no job, and no paycheck, and no money to pay the rent.
Life is shit.
He was a product of the corporate job market. Now that I'm destitute, I can't afford to feel apathetic. I can only afford to feel depressed. Happiness is far too expensive, and even a good dose of artificially induced oblivion is out of my price range. I guess I can keep living in my apartment until the end of the month, and try to keep from spending my money on frivolous things like coffee, so that I can keep buying unfrivolous things like cigarettes and burritos.