No Help For Me, No Cash For You

Summary

The year I went under, I called seven of my closest buddies.

They either sent me straight to voicemail or ghosted me completely.

In the end, I had to liquidate my shop and sell my family home just to clear the debt.

Two years later, Joey suddenly called me out of the blue.

"Brother, my business is tight right now. I need eighty grand to float me for a bit. Wire it over, will you?"

I let out a dry laugh.

"Two years ago, when I needed ten grand to keep the lights on, what did you tell me?"

Dead silence on his end.

I hung up the phone and blocked his number.