Just Before the Dawn

Let’s face it - I was broke. I had spent most of my cash on Land’s End trousers and wild erotic times with Yolanda.
To me Yolanda was worth her weight in gold, but I think it was the shipping and handling for the trousers that may have helped put my broke ass further into the poor house. Simple financial miscalculations like this were a new kind of shock for me.
It didn’t help that my old boss Flamsky had pretty much smashed my will to live...or so I had thought at the time. Either way I had quit the Depot gig, and decided to play it loose for awhile - thinking that maybe I could live off of Yolanda’s pension, and spend my days down at Monroe’s.
But before I knew it I was out on my can again. I had lost my perfect life with Yolanda, and it would be a long time till I was back on my feet.
They say it’s always darkest just before the dawn - and you know I thought about this while I slept under overpasses along the interstate, or when I found myself fighting off sewer rats with a broken umbrella - and especially when I started using Starbuck’s bathrooms to bust a sink shower, shave and exclusively shit in.