The Unexpected Bank Job
The Unexpected Bank Job By Elenoral Saturday morning. Ugh. The sun coming in the front window, although warm, was shining in my eyes and adding to what was already a horrible hangover. I sat up on the couch, wiping my lips where the drool dripped off the corner of my mouth. I looked over at Brad. My stupid roommate had fallen out of the chair where he had passed out and was still asleep on the floor. I had to pee. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. As I passed the front...