Moving out

Everything I have worked for I have lost. How can I work more than forty hours a week and still have my home taken from me? Two years back “sub prime” meant nothing to me; now I wish I never heard them. I feel sick in my stomach when I think of the kids. The bank still sits all splendid down on 9th St.

I’ve got a gun. Maybe I’ll go and find a convenience store and get me some cash. Maybe I’ll make and end of the kids and me. Maybe I’ll throw it in the river. God help me.

- Peter Hitchmough