I never was really broke for any period of time but there were times I had a rough week or two. But the cut-off notices? My problem wasn’t being too broke to pay my bills, it was that I forgot to pay them. Shit, I’d forget to pick up my mail which was delivered to my house. I had to drive right past my mailbox to get in the gate.
I’m not fucking kidding. I was sitting in my house one day and all of a sudden the power goes off. I check the fuses, everything’s good. Stick a butter knife in the socket and survive, no fucking power.
So I call the power company all pissed off to report a power outage only to find out my house was the only one affected seeing as I was 3 months behind on my bills, and the last one had been returned to them unopened, so now I have to go down to the power company and pay in full plus a healthy deposit in cash.
Then I get to thinking that I hadn’t seen a bill in quite some time so I went and checked my mail and my fucking box was empty. I got on the phone and called the Riverbank Post Office wanting to know what the deal was and they told me that they had cut delivery to me over a month ago – it turns out that when a month’s mail accumulates in the box, they just assume a motherfucker has either died or moved without a forwarding address, so they just return the mail to the sender and cease delivery. Fucking slackers.
Hey, I put in an 80-90 hour work week at the ammo plant, 13 hours a day 6 days a week and 9 on Sundays. Give me a fucking break here, you can’t expect me to remember to pay my bills. Or pick up my mail. Shit, if my connection didn’t deliver I’d probably have forgotten to score.
I ended up calling in the next day to get my power cut back on, then dropped off checks at the other utilities, overpaying them by a month for a little extra cushion. It didn’t make any difference, 4 months later I was back in the same boat.
My telephone got cut off one time and I only found out about it when work tried to call me in. They got the No Longer In Service message so they sent a security guard to come tell me they needed me to come back to work and he was the one that told me it was disconnected. I have no clue when it was actually cut off, me not being any more of a phone person then I am now. It might have been disconnected for a month or more for all I knew – or cared. I never did get the motherfucker reconnected.
After my house got raided and I moved back into town I was sharing a house with my buddy Dave. He knew how I was so he’d just tell me what my half of the utilities were (minus cable – I ain’t paying for what I don’t use) and I’d just hand him the cash and that was the end of my disconnects.