The gig went well, we made a tidy sum in the contributions pot, then the house whisked it away, gave us only the note, a few coins, and our usual pitiful amount. This is disheartening. I’ve barely, enough to survive, but it’s better than nothing. We’ve a couple more gigs coming up, it could be worse.
Needless to say I had to budget. No food, just baccy and booze. It’s Saturday night, fcuk. I have appointment with Mike McLeod. Discussing novel writing. On the Flex.Maximus Fleximus Latratus Latium. Cert.H.E. (Humanities) with History specialism.
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