He needed $25

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So, I’m working on my projects. Creating my work, passing the time until a text buzzed my phone.

I stop what I’m doing and check the text. My buddy needs $25… for rent. Thinking, really, $25 for rent? On average, rent would be $2000 and up. Then again, what isn’t so dame expensive?

I decide to agree to it. So I head towards the bank, pull out the money, and take a drive toward Kokomo Lane Street.

Tried to put my cell phone on in the car, but the radio wouldn’t link with it. What a drag.

Now on my drive, I text my buddy living on Kokomo St. I shoot him a text, I’ve arrived. My car’s hazard lights were on. My buddy comes outside the door. I say my greetings.

In an instant, I pull out twenty-five cents. My buddy looks at me thinking, really bro, twenty-five cents, you’re killing me.

Then, I pulled out the actual $25 bill and gave it away to help a friend in need from my money bag.

Now I know he owes me, but I’ll wait until Friday, or my buddy is going to know about it. Money is a funny thing because it shows who you really are.