So I just received my quarterly royalties check from my "publisher". Feast your eyes:
I know, I know. You're all thinking that I'll be buying all the coke and hand jobs on our next outing. Then you realize: If you made exactly this amount, each hour of every work day, fifty weeks a year, after taxes-- you and your wife and your newborn son would all be comfortably below the poverty line.
And yes, I have received smaller checks. Once I got one for $1.97. I was going to frame it, but I ended up cashing it. Back then, I was a smoker, and you'd be surprised what a difference $1.97 can make between a "good" day and a "bad" one.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me.
Oh, yeah.
Posted by: truecraig | September 11, 2006 at 05:42 PM
It's at least a good meal at Polvos
Posted by: Edie | September 13, 2006 at 11:45 PM
A good meal at Polvo's...? I know what each of those words mean, I just don't understand the sentence.
Posted by: Benji | September 14, 2006 at 02:45 AM