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Today is going to be a good day. It just HAS to be.

 

Last night, I went out with my sister, brother in law, his sister and our mutual mate – RC to celebrate RC’s birthday. We went to a swanky bar called Q.ba. The weather was perfect, so we sat outside on the balcony that overlooked the new cookiecutter housing developments. Call me picky, but I would have preferred a seaside view. Anyway. I had enough cash for two pints (Swanky = super fucking expensive). Which was fine, actually cos I wanted to get home and do stuff like clean and make a playlist and sort shit out for my birthday BBQ tomorrow.

 

Yeah, not with my brother in law around. He got me pretty hammered. Bastard. I somehow got home in one piece, made a garlicky chicken mayo toasted sandwich and promptly passed out.

 

This morning, I dragged my ass out of bed into a bath I didn’t actually want to take – I’m a shower person – and got ready for work. As I was leaving the flat, my cellphone rang.

 

Hello?

Eh…(insert my real name)

Yeeeeessssss?

This is Shadrak. I’m a driver for (insert hauliers name)

Oookkkaaaaayyy…..

They haven’t paid me. SO I’m keeping the truck and cargo until they pay me.

And this is my problem because?

They’re not doing anything about it.

Right. Ok. I’ll make a plan.

 

My cargo is being held hostage. I called the haulier. Let him sort it out. Seriously. It’s Friday, I’m turning 25 tomorrow. I’m not really in a position to care. Just get my cargo delivered.

 

Tonight I’m having sushi with my long lost mate G. Can’t wait! Hope he brought my bottle of Sailor Jerry for me.