I owe Nottoc well over 1000 bucks. I have for close to two years. ”Charismatic chiseler”, anyone?
Let’s settle on chiseler, anyway, until I get it back to him.
I hate the fact that I haven’t gotten it back to him. There’s this other sense, though, that of “Wow, I’ve sunk this low, and no one cares… how much lower could I go… and get away with it?” that’s terrifying, in that it’s minorly beguiling; but for the most part it eats at me. It’s so much better being the patron than the mendicant.
I should charge him for the privilege.
The kid’s got more than enough, it doesn’t bother him in the slightest, and the adult and the rational man in me knows that it shouldn’t bother me much either. Slowly collect the money and pay him. Which I’m doing.
It’s just frustrating.
So there’s part of the balance to my being the huge patron to Regor.
There’s a balance, at times, to this universe.
Oh yeah- damn near forgot the point of all this. The blog ellsadaysaysdawedcalm is shaping up. In 6 months might not look half bad. But right now I need cash, and the best way might simply be to put flyers up all over town. Nottoc mentioned that all the kids in the Starbucks in Davis are poring over test-prep books, and they all stare at the bulletin board there,
Flyers and business cards. My mission for tomorrow.
And then make some fucking money. I haven’t really looked at myself in so long. If I get some money coming in I might finally muster up the courage to do that.
