I'm okay. She paid for the new wheelchair and I've got $600 in the bank that should hold me until the closing. I'm used to living in poverty and the browbeating she gives me every time I ask for anything makes poverty more attractive than begging.

Loans don't work for me anyway, I could never afford to rebuild my credit after the bankruptcy so I'm not even allowed a credit card.


Good coffee, good weed, and time on my hands...