Jeffery and one of his fellow factory workers were sitting at a cheap bar and there were cheap beers in their hands. This was about five years ago. Jeffery had been a factory worker since he met Bella. He was putting on a faded yellow t-shirt and resting his head on the chair.
"Won't you drink your beer?" His colleague asked. He felt that Jeffery was sick and both had been friends since they always met at the workplace and sometimes, hangout out at this bar on weekends. Jeffery raised his eyes and they were red and his face was very dull.
"Today is the worst day in my life. The humiliation I faced today, I don't think no one has seen it." He sipped from her green bottled beer and brought out a low currency from his pocket and put it on the table.
"This paper they call money, I must have
