shadai alexander

The Devil’s Checkbook

I ran my hands through my hair, releasing a heavy sigh, scattered documents laid before me on my bed. ‘Bill Past Due.’ There is a tenseness in my muscles accompanied with a violent whirl of stress that plagued my brain, the in-organization of my life making chaos in my mind. I had bills to pay up the ass and with my hours at work getting cut back, it was going to be even harder to maintain my subpar lifestyle.