"Dang," Daiv Coffeegordon said to himself while at the cafe. "I need an influx of credits to come my way, or else I am screwed."
Daiv hadn't always had the easiest time in his life. His adult life had been one struggle after another.
All he knew today was that the Galactic Credit Union wasn't too happy with him.
He had debts up to the yin-yang.
He had to do something, and quick.
He had forgone a normal life and a normal job for odd jobs, and for free time to develop his art. So far, his plan wasn't working too well. He needed new ways of thinking, new ways of living, and new ways of making cold, hard cash.
One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to be easy.
He was going to be fine today, everything was going to go well. It was tomorrow he was worried about.
"*&#$%#," he muttered to himself. "Well, nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll go stand outside, have a deathstick, sip my coffee, and watch the aliens walk by."
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