Layaway

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You may have seen a com­mer­cial that K-Mart has been run­ning lately encour­ag­ing peo­ple to make use of the “lay­away” sys­tem for pur­chases this hol­i­day sea­son. To explain lay­away for those who didn’t grow up middle-class in the last few decades, here’s the deal: Back in the hoary days of yore, when you wanted to buy some­thing but didn’t have suf­fi­cient scratch on hand, one of the choices avail­able was lay­away. The way it worked was, you put some money down, and then made pay­ments every one to two weeks until you had paid for the item. Then it was yours.

I know that, sadly, there are prob­a­bly some peo­ple who have been struck dumb with incredulity at that descrip­tion. “Mon Dio!” you say, aghast. “Surely you would just put such a pur­chase on your credit card.”

And, of course, nowa­days that’s exactly what you would do. But, as hor­ri­fy­ing as it may seem, there once was a time when peo­ple didn’t lever­age their futures just to have the new shiny now. Maybe it’s actu­ally a good sign that stores are bring­ing the con­cept of lay­away back. Of course, the banks will

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I Get Mail (Sort Of)

Today, when I came to I was informed that the fol­low­ing epis­tle was left on one of the fam­ily vehicle’s wind­shield last night

Letter From an Idiot

For those who, for some rea­son, can’t see the pic­ture there the text is as follows:

NANCY, PAINT MY ?(ALL) FENCE WHITE OR I WILL SEE YOU IN COURT ! DK

So, for back­ground. “DK” is my next-door neigh­bor. DK is an ass­hole. DK is the sort of per­son who mas­sively remod­els his house with­out a singe per­mit or inspec­tion. DK is the sort of cock-sucker who puts build­ing mate­ri­als in other people’s trash bin so that the city doesn’t bitch him out for doing so. Basically, he’s a cunt.

The story of the “fence,” it’s really a block wall is this. Many years ago, while my old man was in the hos­pi­tal dying of can­cer and my mother was in the hos­pi­tal with a per­fo­rated intes­tine. DK took it upon him­self to extend the com­mon wall between our prop­er­ties out to the street, and to stucco and paint my side of it

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