#12 When you grow up poor…

… you slide down an icy hill on trash can lids with your best friend after work. Then you both slide over the same tree stump and tear a hole in your butt cheeks. Your friend’s first thought is “I need to go to the hospital”. Your first thought is ” If my dad finds out about this he will rip me another new one… again. No matter what I am NOT going to the hospital.”

At the hospital you tell the doctor you’re fine and that you’re just here for your friend to hold his hand while he gets his butt cheek stitched up. The doctor wonders why you look pale as Twilight and why blood is seeping out of your pant leg.

“Sit down” he urges you.


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