It finally happened on the last Thursday of May. That was when the cash machine at the bank spat out my card with a message on the screen informing me there were insufficient funds in my account. Fifteen months shy of my eighteenth birthday, and the money that was supposed to see me through to my inheritance was gone.
Admittedly, I squandered a lot, mostly on taxis, fast food, and useless gadgets. I also bought expensive gifts for Jamie and Amy and shitloads of bling for Nathan, but I blame