Monday, January 15th
"Sorry, the position has been filled. We'll keep your application on file for three months, and if another opening comes up we feel you'd be suited for, we'll call. Thanks again."
The phone went silent and Patrick flopped back on the bed. That was the last one. He'd have to find somewhere else to apply.
As if there's anywhere left.
The landlord's voicemail was still on his phone; a polite reminder that his rent was due two days ago. The new electric bill was on the kitchen counter and there wasn't any booze left. He'd given the last of his money to Anthony, Saturday night, but the high it bought was gone and he was stuck in his depressing reality.
I am so f****d.
He wandered into the bathroom and peeled off one set of smelly clothes for some that were less dirty.
