'The Green Book' by Steven Yates

We can't afford it.
The four words rang through his mind like a thorn in his eye, a constant hinderance.
His mother had constantly said it.
His girlfriend now constantly said it.
He was now saying it to himself as he saw yet another item that was meant to keep him indoors. An item that would be added to his useless bundle of items that he rarely used, nor needed but wanted once. And yet the film he wanted that would at least give him an hour and forty two minutes of ignorance to the world, was out of reach, the glass being a shield and the price tag being a spear, warding him off.