My Uncle Clyde used to have this saying that everyone should file for

bancarrota

once in their lives. It helps build character and puts hair on your chest. I told him that I thought he said that drinking good vodka puts hair on your chest. He then slapped me a little too hard on the shoulder and said there’s no better time than to be drinking good vodka than when you have to file for bankruptcy and don’t have a single dollar in the bank. I tried asking him how or why anyone would have good vodka if they didn’t have a single dollar in the bank, but by then he had enjoyed a little too much of the good vodka he was drinking to give me more than a slurred nonsensical answer. It was then that I thought that he had probably bought that bottle of vodka with the twenty dollars I had loaned him earlier in the week, that very same twenty dollars he had promised me he was going to spend on bread and milk. I hadn’t seen him eating any bread or drinking any milk, but he tilts around that vodka bottle like the Olympic torch.