…or how to eat peanut butter and celery for a month. Which I did in May of 1977 as I ran out of money and jobs.
In May of 1977, the last month of my sophomore year and the first year I lived in an apartment, I ran out of money. Budgeting was not a concept I had a firm grasp on (and apparently this is true today if you ask my wife) and I had to eat nothing but lettuce and peanut butter for most of that month. A salad for breakfast is not that exciting, let me tell you. I did not have the guts to ask my parents for money as I would have gotten the “you waste money” lecture (and I probably deserved it). Amazingly, I still managed to get drunk every weekend. Fancy that, eh?
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