I am a writer: movies, books, songs, poetry....whatever. I took a year off to write myself silly. I bought a 5th wheel and moved to the desert. I am the writer of the novel, Sometimes I Forget To Breathe. I am currently working on 3 screenplays, but really focused on revising one in particular: Sooty In The Field. This is my journal to somewhere. Email me at: freshscreenplays@gmail.com
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Where's My Money?
Okay, so I've been knowing this "friend" since 2002; nine years. We were buds in the East Bay. Crazy chick.
In 2007, she asked to borrow $50.00. I obliged. She was supposed to have paid me back 30 days later. It has now been 4, going on 5 years. We lost contact with one another in 2007, but got reacquainted again in 2011. Four years later, she's still playing the same old game: "Can I borrow."
A few months ago, we discussed the $50.00 she owes me. She promised to pay when she came back from Germany. (Yeah, she can go to Germany, but funny, she can't afford to repay a $50.00 loan). She came back from Germany 2 months ago.
This broad had the nerve to text me last week asking if she can borrow $150.00 to get a car. (Yeah, she can go to Germany, but funny, she can't afford a car). I told her, I don't lend money when money is due. She asked how much she owes me. Select amnesia. I told her AGAIN and texted my address. She hasn't called since. Fifty dollars won't break me; it's the principal of the matter. It's the nerve of people.