14
Jameson
2004
“Yeah, but… rent is $800. Food is $1200. Car insurance and gas are like… $200, probably...” Forest says, scratching notes on the back of an old flyer. “$200 goes to the bus passes for me and Gunnar. And those are just the mast basic things.”
“Man, food is so expensive,” I gripe, sitting back.
Forest just nods, lost in thought. I let him do his thing. I suck at math.
We’re sitting on the couch that doubles as my bed, trying to figure out how we’re going to budget this month. He’s only seventeen, grown tall and dark just like me, but he’s very serious. Unlike me, Forest is about to graduate high school at the top of his class. He’s got a head for numbers, which is why I’ve asked him for help with this.
“What about Gunnar’s class trip?” I ask, leaning over to look at wh
