Literature
Misfortune's Sons: Chapter 2
It’s that time of the year again, an approximately one-week period that I dread. I begin to obsessively check my mailbox for the piece of mail that will crush my soul when it arrives, but at the same time I would be devastated if I did not receive it. What’s worse is that because I am unemployed, I have far too much time to think about this little piece of folded paper and what it represents. There is only so much that television can do to numb my mind before I go back to contemplating my poor life choices. I look forward to the day when my two months of therapy have passed and I am placed into another job, since I have far too much time on my hands right now.
I’m still used to getting up early for my former job at the supermarket, so I wake up when the sun has barely risen. As I descend to the lobby of my building on Saturday morning, I curse myself once again for rendering myself unemployed. A few weeks after being fired from my job, it’s so easy to believe that I could have