this morning #479.

this morning, he reluctantly opened the fridge, already knowing that its contents would not constitute much of a breakfast. he stared for a full minute but nothing materialized. the cabinets held even less promise. he’d recently promised himself that he’d never again find himself in this situation but here he was, the same mistakes made, his money spent & his stomach just as empty as the fridge. payday was three days away, so today’s breakfast would be a pudding cup & a bud, just enough sustenance to get him through to his shift at the restaurant. a pre-shift family meal supplemented with whatever he could sneak while preparing $50 plates would get him through the rest of the day.