I hope this story will serve as a cautionary tale to all those recently laidoff as illustrated by convos with a friend whom we'll call... The Jewish Cowboy or JC for short.
Tuesday, 11 pm
JC: yo dude. Time to go slay a few harletts.
Thursday, 10pm
JC: got work in the morning, but got some Beam, alittle white, and looking for slunts
Friday, 3pm
JC: yo. got laid off. meet me at the strip club in 15.
Next Tuesday, noon (5 days after layoff)
Dickens: sorry, been real busy. but Dude, how r you?
JC: not good man. ran out of Beam
Dickens: you still alive?
JC: what the dick happened in the past 5 days?
Dickens: I think you've been drunk the whole time.
-- This is where things took a turn
10 days after layoff
Dickens: whats been up?
JC: Things are going great man. they really are. I got a few interviews and I baked a cheesecake.
--I figured I'd let that one slide, maybe it was a joke.
15 days after layoff
JC: Hey man come over for the super bowl.
Dickens: Ok, you guys need anything?Beer? Meat? Sluts?
JC: Nah, thats okay. but thanks anyway. I baked two pies and I spent all day cleaning!
As you can see, the progression was subtle, yet substantial. I'm not entirely sure what happened after that but there's rumor of a supposed intervention that took place over some Bud Heavies. It's success remains dubious, as even though he is now employed, there still lingers evidence of this twilight period. All we can do now is pray.
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