Bravo to all those who worked through the 80’s and 90’s while I sat at home and
hid away in sleep in my bedroom. They have what they deserve. Their little
Heaven on Earth. I am homeless and borrowing, borrowing, borrowing still. I’ll
not get into that, the credit card debt after mom died.
No work, no work for me.
My momma said once to me my daddy was a hard worker. I didn’t get the point
of that. Mommy knew I hated daddy. Was she trying to discourage me from
working. Why mommy, what big teeth you have.
I guess there are no explanations for why I have had no work all these years
except the moral ones, the ones that hard working daddy knew, that I am a
lazy good for nothing and will never amount to anything.
Seems like daddy’s view is a lot more popular than I believed. It even gets
into the public institutions like the schools. They agree with daddy. I’m no
good. Even daddy’s worst enemies appear to agree with him now.
I am working construction but it is hard work. It is too hard and I don’t want
to do it. Maybe I will go back to school again and get into more debt.