welcome to sunday in nyc

Banks are closed. I spend too much money on drinks last night and so have exactly twelve dollars to make it through the day. I, of course, blow most of this on coffee while writing the great american novel (pshaw!) at cafe grumpy. Eventually my own kind of hunger hits (the kind where I forget about food until around 8pm and refuse to think this is wrong). So I go to the nearest bodega. Scan the racks for cheapest items. Decide I'd like to try for pita bread and cheese. Total cost: $5. Trouble is, including change, I have $4. So I settle for kettle chips and twix. Total cost: $3.50. It's true what they say about only the rich being able to afford good health.