The sun finally came out for a while. I decided to abandon my workstation and to take a stroll into Little Italy.
My beat between Millvale Avenue and Howley Street on Liberty Avenue was quiet. But that’s to be expected on a Sunday afternoon. The bars were open, but that’s to be expected, too.
Armand’s was open, but I won’t have anymore fun money until the end of the month.
I’m caught in a vicious cycle of two weeks of fun and two weeks of bum. I guess that’s what happens to some retirees when your social security check and your pension checks all arrive the first three days of every month. So, I take care of all my core bills at the beginning of each month and then it’s happy times until my fun money runs out.
What a way to live.
I think that’s one reason why the PittsburghFlashFiction is so important to me. It gives me a sense of direction. I think about it day and night. Why? Because it’s my job.
Keep reading that sexy flash fiction. The front page changes everyday so come back tomorrow. This is the Old Soldier (I served in Vietnam) reporting from Pittsburgh.