I hate excuses. I really hate them. Trying to get something figured out, get people together, or whatever, and somebody throws out an excuse.
I can’t make it, I just don’t have the time.
That’s a shitty excuse. “I don’t have time” is like the most over-used excuse ever. It’s right up there with “I don’t have any money.”
I remember back when I smoked. Sometimes it was once an hour, once every few hours, or four packs in as many hours (especially when I was out drinking with friends).
Anyway, there were always those times where I couldn’t do something because I didn’t have money. Couldn’t go to a friend’s place, go out for supper with a buddy from out of town, whatever.
But when I needed smokes, the green just magically appeared. I don’t even remember how. Maybe I wrote bad checks. Maybe it was money I found under the cushions of the couch. But the money was always there when I needed smokes. I’d stay home from work if I didn’t feel good, but I sure as hell would leave the house to pick up those smokes, didn’t matter if I had the plague and had to steal the neighbor’s car.
“I know you just got into town, and I haven’t seen you for like a decade, but I don’t have time. And I’m broke.” Then I hang up my phone, put the car into park while I run into the gas station to get a box of donuts and a couple packs of smokes. All so I can go home and play some shitty RPG on my expensive console that I didn’t have the time or money for.