Beth

Beth was at my door, rubbing one fist into the palm of her other hand

“Josh,” Beth blurted out before I even had the door open.

“Beth.”

“You found a job yet, or you still enjoying a life of leisure?”

“Neither.” I felt like I was doing neither. Just hanging around, pissing my time away. Wasting my life. Hoping against all odds that I don’t ever have to work again. 

“What are you doing then?”

“Praying to the great TattsLotto gods to make my dreams a reality.”

“But that’s just wasting money and time, Josh.”

I didn’t feel like answering. “I’ve smoked pot all day.”

“Oh Josh.”

“The day has vanished.”

“Oh Josh.”

“I’ve had a fire going in the lounge room all day.”

“No, no, no, Josh.” Beth put her hands over her ears.

“It’s lovely to be at the beginning of a recent ton delivery, I can burn the world’s resources with impunity.”

“Oh Josh, the planet Josh.”

Sorry crazy lady who lives next door. “And you can bet I am thinking of that as I go out to get the next piece of wood to burn.”

“I’ll pray for you Josh.” Beth turned and walked away.

“Beth! What did you come over for?” She didn’t answer.