Nov 10 2007
There’s nothing like…
…takin’ two credit cards and an erotic part of one’s body and making a non-biodegradable meat sandwich. Then takin’ the plastic parts and moving them in opposite directions titillating one’s erogenous zone.
After running my first credit report and receiving the “very poor - fuck you” score of 505, I remembered some 15 years ago members of my family and a wife to be, convincing me it was a good idea to “get good credit”. I did what many of the youth were instructed to do and applied for a department store card, used it and paid it off. How wonderful it was to not have to carry a check book around. Lord knows I was buying a waterproof walk man cassette player with FM radio every other year. To think I would have to take some cash, out of my pay check, to the store: In God i trust Forbid.
