Late yesterday afternoon, I got an email from the Honors Office at City college. I was the recipient of a Presidential Scholarship. And there was money attached to it. Almost instantly, the only thing I could thing of was exactly which president was handing me a scholarship. As it turns out, it was the school's president. I had received it, along with some other students whom I'm friends with.
I can't begin to tell you how fortunate that was. Hell, I've been broke for what seems like years now. So you can imagine, in my mind, this scholarship money--regardless of how much it actually was, it was a good as spent. And I didn't even have it yet!
Seeing as it was late in the day, I knew the office where I was supposed to pick it up was closed. So, I made plans to ride my bike down to the campus first thing this morning. First thing in the morning turned out to be closer to eleven. By the time I left the Associated Students office, I had a certificate and check in hand.
One hundred and fifty dollars.
Instantly, I started calculating. Donovan's birthday was Monday and seeing as there would be no way I could get a gift in the mail and to him by then. Cash for that. Twenty bucks for a hair cut and before I knew it, according my calculations--while standing in front of the bike rack, by the time I was finished, I would be broke again.
In addition to Donovan's cut of the free money, I was planning to buy some pot as well. Hooray---POT! I figured, if I'm going to be broke, starting the break up process, all while trying each and every day to keep it all together, I was going to be stoned while doing it.
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