It was Monday, November 7, 1988.
Either way, it looked as if I’d be able to bid the whole miserable situation goodbye soon.
I was right, although I didn’t know exactly how right I was, or why.
Wyatt was already a month behind on his bills – rent, power, phone, the works. Shane and I were both getting tired of carrying him.
It was about 10AM, and I was heading out to go downtown when Wyatt came downstairs.
“Hey”, he said in his fake Arklahoma accent, “I got a plan to get the bills caught up”
“Ah. Cool”, I responded. It wouldn’t have been the first “plan”. Some of them worked, although none of them lasted.
“Yeah. I’m bringing some product up from Florida”.
“Well, cool”, I said, walking out the door. “Later”.
I was a couple dozen feet down the sidewalk when it sank in. “Product?”
I occurred to me he wasn’t talking Amway…