Second Thoughts
On the day Allan intended to kill himself, twenty-thousand dollars mysteriously appeared in his checking account. This irritated him, as he’d just spent the past three weeks deliberately squandering all his money on booze, drugs, and hookers, for the specific purpose of emptying his bank before he died. Having money was a reason to live, and he was tired of having reasons to live. The debauchery was meant to be his final ‘fuck it’.