Saturday, March 22, 2014

Haunted by 20s

The best year of the Complete and Total Loser's life was 1988. He was living overseas, had a job he'd gotten decent at but not yet tired of, was young and in love. For more than one but less than three magic days it looked like the Loser's love would be reciprocated without complications.
It wasn't, naturally, but the Loser still wouldn't choose a life without those days.
Oddly, when in the course of his low-level retail job/life the Loser finds an old twenty-dollar bill, it is nearly always once from that year. It's like they've been sent from the past to mock him.

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