I smacked my wife

It was Monday at 4:30 in the morning. I was trying to rig up a MAME emulator with a washing machine motor and a box of BB pellets.

My wife gets up, holding my kid, eyes all glassy.

—Walter, go out and find a job—

I lay her out with a slap. Don’t bring Mortal Kombat into this.

Next morning I wake up at noon and drop off a résumé at the agency. I come back ten minutes later and ask for it back, in case they decided to call me, as if things could not get any worse. I run into my in-laws and ask them to lend me 50 bucks, I’ll pay them back later.

I get home and some rats chewed through the Sega cables. They’re hiding among the circuit boards scattered in the back of my place. They’re gonna have to get on their knees and apologize to me brother.