Indians are dancing in the snow and are wild and crazy

Dave awoke slowly as the rays of the early afternoon sun came flooding in slowly. He awoke not because of that but mainly because his body felt it was time to rise. He glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand 2pm. Dave took this into account. Time seemed to lose all of its significance when one was unemployed. Nowhere to go, no obligations, no money. They had canned him almost three weeks ago but he had been staying afloat alright. Dave had ascertained exactly why they had fired him. It could have been his frequent tardiness, or showing up high, or drunk, or selling drugs out the back, or a combination of all these factors. All they had told him was they felt it was best that he not work for them anymore. Or something to that effect. He had been extremely high when they had told him so most of the words had been something of a blur. Dave arose from his bed and slowly made his way into the living room. It was a small one bedroom that had all the basic needs one could ask for. There were bottles of beer, pizza boxes, chinese food cartons and assorted refuse scattered about the small living room and Dave pondered to himself how he let himself live this way. In some ways it was easy, don't clean just let everything go. But in some ways it was hard because he knew it would make life harder for him in the long run. Dave meandered toward the fridge extracting a can of beer. He pulled the tab and took a drink. He had found out another good way to make money, buying 30 racks of beer and selling them to underage kids at a markup. He had managed to do alright since his termination, getting unemployment and increaseing his weed selling operations. It wasn't alot of money but it was enough to get by, for now. He took another swig of the beer pondering the days operations.