When I moved into the apartment, everything was in Steve's name. The power, the cable, and the lease and just general monthly bills were all in his name. I did not have a problem with that because I would just give Steve a lump sum at the beginning of the month that would take care of my share of the bills. I would always give him cash because who writes checks any more? After a couple of months I noticed that if the amount was like $603.50, Steve would always insist on getting that fifty cents.
Whenever he needed me to pick up something at the store for him (I quickly became Steve's "shop at home" network. He stayed home and stayed drunk while I did the shopping) and the cost would be $10.75, I would just say, "Make it $10 and we will call it even." After about three months of him insisting on that extra fifty cents, I started insisting on the exact amount and I didn't care if it was three cents. My philosophy was "I am not going to quibble over something less than a dollar" because if fifty cents is going to break the bank at this point, I was in more financial trouble than I thought. Steve's philosophy was "I need my money badder than a hog needs slop" because every penny helped him remain drunk, unemployed, and at home. I always thought Steve should go into politics where he could put his budget plan to good use and start his own business program at Milwaukee's Best Ice University.
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