Where’d your last hundred bucks go, Christian Brown?
$4.25, Grande Caramel Frappaccino at Starbucks, because I enjoy the opportunity to pretend a milkshake is a type of morning wake-up beverage.
$13, Lyft to work, since on Mondays and Fridays I do not have a car, and Lyft is both cheaper and easier to use than a cab. I hope my coworkers never see me show up in a car with a mustache on it.
$17, Ticket to Pacific Rim, which had the right number of punches and the wrong number of believable dialogues.
$4, Parking in Glendale to go to the birthday event of an elderly stoner science fiction author.
$4.25, Another Frappaccino. Geeze. This is turning into a wake up call.
$13, Lunch at a terrible café in Koreatown, which is the only restaurant near my office. I got a glass-bottled Mexican coke and a blackened chicken sandwich and a lot of regret about how much the whole thing cost.
$75, A ladder at Lowes, because I want to get onto my new house’s roof and make sure there’s no, like … hawk nests up there? Not really sure what could be there but I think I have to go look.
Christian Brown lives in Los Angeles.