Shit back in the early 90`s when I lived in Port St. Lucie I fell on hard times.....I was drinking way too much,my chick left me,because she left me, my landlord made me move out (religious freak....long story) I was writing bad checks,got ratted out to the sheriffs dept. by my chick for having steroids and the cops wanted me to rat out my friends at the gym,etc. etc. then I got pissed at myself for being such a weak idiot and went to detox for the first and only time in my life,then rehab,then I committed myself to a halfway house in Stuart Florida......I worked day labor plus two other jobs at the same time,got back on my feet and left to go back to Massachusettes.
Life`s a bitch at times but you can`t be a kunt and just throw in the towel.....either go on disability or get your balls out of the sand and hit a homeless shelter and get a gig even if you feel it`s below you....do day labor,it`ll toughen you up digging footers in 100 degree heat.
Tough times don`t last,tough people do.
Pull up your skirt and get busy living again.....fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life,cuz nobody truly cares about you but you.......at least you should anyway.
In essence,you come in alone and you go out alone......it`s what you do in between that counts.
