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knew she was being phony because she and I both knew I was looking terrible compared to the last time she saw me.
    I filled out the withdrawal slip and gave her my identification, although I know she knew who I was. She looked down at the amount, twenty thousand, and she didn’t even flinch. She just kept that phony ass smile plastered to her heavily made-up face. I guess she was used to me by now. The woman began pecking on the computer keyboard as I tapped my foot waiting.
    I wanted to get high again and I planned on taking some of the money for myself before I handed most of it over to Eric. I was kind of tired of Eric piecing my shit out to me like he pleased. He said he did that to keep me from getting addicted, but I think it was too late for that now.
    The teller looked up at me with a serious, even ominous look on her face.
    “Um ... Ms. Rich, are you sure this is the account you want to use?” the woman asked nervously. Her smile had faded.
    I pulled my shades down a little bit on my nose and looked at her over the top of them. “What? Isn’t that the account I always use?” I asked impatiently.
    “Yes, ma’am, but this account has been frozen. I am unable to process your transaction at this time,” the woman said.
    My face must’ve told her what I was thinking. She didn’t give me a chance to open my mouth before she began to explain. “It has a note here saying the main account holder, a Mr. Gavin Rich, has frozen the assets in this account and will come into the bank to liquidate the account and close it. No funds are to be released from this account. I cannot even give you an account balance. I am afraid you have been shut out of this account, Ms. Rich.... I am very sorry,” the woman rambled.
    My body was hot all over with anger. My heart raced inside my chest and my stomach churned. I wanted to just melt away, but I had no choice but to stand my ground. “Is there another account I can use? I mean, what am I supposed to do for cash?” I asked, my voice cracking. The woman was looking at me sympathetically, which just made me even angrier. I wasn’t a goddamn charity case like she was making me out to be.
    “I’m sorry, ma’am. All of Mr. Rich’s other accounts are single owner or joint with another party. There are no other accounts that contain your name. You are not authorized to receive funds from any other account. I am so sorry, Ms. Rich,” the woman said apologetically. I believed that she sincerely felt sorry for me.
    “That’s fuckin’ impossible! My father wouldn’t cut me off like that!” I screamed, hurt evident behind my words. Everybody in the bank turned to look at me. The woman began blinking rapidly. She was clearly nervous as hell.
    “Get your fuckin’ manager now!” I barked at the woman. I knew that the answer wasn’t going to be any different from the manager, but I didn’t know what else to do to quell the ache of embarrassment and hurt I was feeling.
    The manager, a tall Hispanic man, came rushing over to me. “Ms. Rich, maybe we can go to the back and speak,” he said calmly, with his hands up in a sign of surrender.
    “I don’t wanna go in the fucking back! I want to get my money out of the bank right now!” I screamed. I didn’t even realize I was stomping my feet for emphasis.
    The man was clearly trying to remain calm and to calm me down as well. “I’m afraid that your joint account holder has requested to take you off the account, ma’am. This is out of our control now. You will have to speak with him or her,” the manager said curtly. Now he was growing irritated with me because we had drawn the attention of a crowd.
    “Fuck you! Don’t tell me who I need to speak to, you bastard! I will have you know that I am rich! My family has done business with this bank for years. I will have your job by tomorrow so you might as well quit right now! We won’t be doing business with this piece of shit bank again!” I screamed as I stalked toward the