Today is a thursday and I am hungry. It’s also the end of the month and rent is due sooner rather than later. And my wallet is rather empty, actually my wallet is at the pawn shop, where I left it in exchange for a few dollars that would buy me a couple hot meals and few cold 40′z. But my fridge is again empty and the colt 45’s are in the trash can outside. And I’ve scoured the sofa more than id like to admit for change other people have left… coinstar has become a good friend of mine. Ssoo I mozey on up the stairs at the end of the hall to see if Mr. Nguyen needs some around the house stuff done. You know dig my arm into a clogged toilet, or scrub his floor that seems way too abnormally dirty, change light bulbs… that sorta thing. I knock and it sounds like a “knock”, he responds and it sounds like a “who there!?” and then he opens the door, it smells like i imagine Asia smells in his apartment and somethings sizzeleeen on the stove. Hes got a good sized limp squid in his right hand and its tentacles almost reach the floor. He blows snot bubbles as he talks and tells me “oh I got just the job fo you”…