It Was a Good Day

“What are you going to spend your money on, Lion? I hope you don’t say drugs,” I say, heading for my favorite beers and my favorite yogurt again.

“Probably on some weed, but not all of it… I owe some people money. Maybe I’ll pay them, but maybe not,” he murmurs, looking around intently as if he’s never been here before, “Oh, wow, I’ll definitely buy this.”

“What do you usually eat, Lion?” I ask when I see him grab the only two boxes of Oreo cookies left, as if they aren’t disgustingly expensive. And as if he’s never eaten that before, “That’s a terrible financial decision, by the way. You could buy a lot more nutritious stuff for half the price.”

“Nothing is a bad financial decision when you’re rich in balls to keep stealing,” he says with a mischievous smile that makes me roll my eyes. I guess he’s right, “I eat lots of things. Nutritious and non-nutritious. Don’t worry about it.”

I shrug because I don’t really care about what this man eats. We keep walking through the half-