DAY XX

Twenty days, or twenty percent, or one-fifth into my second hundred days, and what do I have to show for it?

I’m still living in the same cluttered house. I haven’t moved. I’m no closer to moving. I’m fatter and more insolvent than ever.

What am I doing wrong?

 

Pluck and Luck Dime Novel
Pluck and Luck No. 905, October 6, 1915: Five Years in the Grassy Sea