$20 in my wind.

Before scrap metal prices went through the roof in the mid 00s and every scrapper was considered scum I had a truck and made my way cutting steel out of burned out and un-salvageable buildings. I took a big blind fall in one down a hole in the floor. I broke my femur, wrist and jaw. A titanium rod was put in my leg and I spent about three months in a wheelchair. I was out of work and I had my habit, and I was sick. I could feel the bile in my stomach churning around and my legs wouldn't hold still, my nose and eyes were running and I was sneezing eight times in a row.  I wheeled myself down the street on that frigid December day while carrying my aluminum extension ladder resting on the arm of my chair. I headed down to a spot I knew where the man would sometimes trade tools for dope. I sat outside and waited for him but when he showed up he didnt want the ladder. I was at wits end sitting on wheels on McDougall street in the blowing cold praying for my father to send me something from above. My eyes were running so bad I couldnt see and my body arched with my sneezes as I looked in the street to see a bill tumbling with the wind right toward me. I franticly pushed myself toward vector with the tumbling green blur and caught it under my wheel. Reaching down I pulled up a twenty dollar bill so  I looked up and thanked my Pop. I blew it all on one fat blow and worried about my next need when it came. Somehow it always works out.