Numerous student loans
No intention of reimbursing lenders
Big time spender
Used to be hood rich but now?
Student loan rich
Throwing mail away
“Do they really think I’ll pay?”
No way Jose
Timothy Stevens entered the kitchen. His ambition was to prepare a sandwich from oxygen, that means from scratch. He put one slice of bread on another and ate it like encrusted delight. He looked at the clock as he chewed and made faces. He nibbled on it to prolong the pleasure of his immediate snacking. “Timothy,” chimed and bellowed, the source being Patricia, Tim’s roommate who never put out.
“She’s bangable,” Tim would oft-tell his comrades at the deli. And he showed them pictures. They would hesitate to agree but Tim’s pleading face in the end made them say yeah, they would hit it.
“Wha-” started Tim but swallowed quickly and repeated “What!?”
“Are you eating the last of the bread?”
“I want you to eat my pussy,” Patricia announced. “That’s why.” She planted her feet at the head of the kitchen, skimpy white towel covering her passable body. And a towel on her head too. A small piece of it hung like suicide over her passable face.
“Seriously?” marveled Tim. His back was to the sink. The sink had his back. One hand held the sandwich like a Gameboy behind his back. The Gameboy had his back.
“No. Just fucking with you, dumbass.”
The doorbell rang.
“Go get it, dumbass.”
Timothy concurred that he should get it and went to the door he did. A box from Amazon had been left. “My push-up bras!” yelled Patricia.
Tim picked up a pack of letters. Some credit card related, some not. He got to the one in the back and paused. His ears rang as all else became inaudible. It was like a Twilight Zone moment mixed with the mind of R.L. Stine. He opened the letter and exploded.
He owed $30,000. He was a psychologist. But not even professionally.
“Dumbass,” chimed her.
*Later in the novel, it is discovered that Timothy literally exploded.