My mom used to be propositioned while pushing us around in strollers. Next door was a drug house. Someone broke into our house, and literally the only thing worth stealing was the answering machine. They also cooked themselves eggs in a cast iron pan with no butter or oil, and left it sitting on the coffee table for us when we got home.
So many things to spend money on... So many things that you need. Contacts once every six weeks. Contact fluid. Contact container. Lysol to disinfect your bag. To disinfect your toilet. Cycling shorts with the comfortable ass pad that holds up on extra long rides (minimum $130 for a decent brand). Cycling jacket (same). Wifi, electricity, toothpaste and toothbrush (new every month before the bristles get dull and their effectiveness diminishes). Deodorant. Natural peanut butter-- not to be put out to collect germs and bacteria, but instead to be put in the fridge to grow cold and lumpy and hard. $6 bucks, minimum. Coffee in the morning, coffee in the afternoon (optional). Drinking. Hey, let's get Lamphroig ($15 fucking dollars for a double... Jesus fucking christ). Movies, food, whatever. Soup all the time at New Seasons. Wine. Student Loans. $80 monthly iphone bill. Rent. Credit cards. Walking/Work shoes. New underwear. Some decent wool socks (although probably not until next fall). Gym. The New Yorker whenever the feature article looks interesting. Books (new Etgar Keret collection). Itunes songs when the whim strikes. Tv Show episodes. Pants. Bike shoes and saddle ($150 each, and both bought in the last month). Teeth cleaning... the eventuality of needing to get my bottom wisdom teeth out. Floss. Maybe I could use a gun... for protection. Nice, eco-friendly Biokleen laundry detergent that smells like citrus... gentle on the clothes, gentle on the colors, gentle on the... earth. Going to shows, buying tickets to those shows and the inevitable rounds of drinks. Money for gas so that I can go to the coast a lot this summer. This or that, that or this.
I'll join a band, add three (or five) drinks to my total intake every night, stop looking you in your pretty eyes when I'm not talking about myself, and have 'friends' who I hang out late at night with (full stop, no return text for ten hours), and change the topic every time you talk about what you care about or anything going on in the world-- if that turns you on. Or not, if it doesn't. Wait, what was that?