A collection of poems and stories that smells like last night's regrets and this morning's coffee grounds. Between these covers the rent's overdue, the women vanish at closing time, and every love song is a bill you can't pay.
You'll laugh because crying costs extra. You'll drink because the stories are doing shots of you.
By the last page you'll still be broke, but certain that the currency of longing is the only one that never devalues.