I've got a job and I'm grateful for that. And it's a job I'm good at and enjoy. When it's time to go to work, I'm ready! I'm out the door ten minutes early and walking with a swing in my gait. My smile is genuine and when I come home, I feel satisfied.
Rent sucks most of our money out the window faster than any draft.
I'm too busy worrying about rent and the car and other financial related stuff that I forget to look around. I don't think outside the box. I'm in the center of the arena and I can't see anything except the walls around me. Aristotle said, "Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime," and I'm beginning to wonder. People are sucking gas out of school buses and sneaking into residential backyards to steal huge black garbage bags full of aluminum cans from someone who was silly enough to leave them out.
Not too long ago, a lady approached a bench full of people waiting for the bus. She hassled each one for a dime to spare and when she reached the end, a man rudely commented to her, "Why don't you get a job like the rest of us?" She pulled out a gun and shot him. Point blank. She hailed a cab and drove off.
And, just like a good anchorwoman, I'll go from a completely depressing story to a light-hearted joke.
One day a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw a guy eating grass He told the driver to stop. He got out and asked him, "Why are you eating grass?"
The man replied, "I'm so poor, I can't afford a thing to eat."
So the layer said, "Poor guy, come back to my house."
The guys then said, "But I have a wife and three kids." The lawyer told him to bring them along.
When they were all in the car, the poor man said, "Thanks for taking us back to your house, it is so kind of you."
The layer said, "You're going to love it there, the grass is a foot tall."
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