Bro has figured out the cheat code
(Nate is not a licensed financial advisor or planner, and this is not intended to be financial advice.)
EXTERIOR, NEAR FOOD BARON SIGN, SUNRISE
(Steve dropping Nate off)
Steve: You know, when I dragged you out of Franklinburg I didn't know I'd be cursing myself to a 6:30 wakeup call.
Nate: It'll just be this once. I'm going to tell them this was a mistake and quit.
Steve: You got the bank account balance for that, Mr. Financial Freedom?
Nate: Seventy-seven dollars and thirty-four cents.
Steve: Shit, you'll be lucky if that lasts until your first paycheck.
Nate: It'll last me three months living on credit. Twenty-five dollar minimum payment!
(Steve sinks into the steering wheel)
One thought on “Chapter 2 | Page 1: Balance”
Haj
Freeze-dried ramen was invented for survivors of nuclear weapons and now its the default food for Yankees.