Day 2035

Pity.

Pity It didn't say "thank you," for my working 24 years, no sick days, to provide income and benefits that saved Its life. Now It owes over $900 to a doctor. Pity.

Pity I can't come home to actually receive my mail. As It's car gets booted for non payment of tickets. Pity It can't manage even the simplest of finances.

Pity I can't partake of the food in the fridge for which I pay electricity. Can't WAIT until that fridge breaks. That'll be a pity.

Pity It breaks my balls about my "sex addiction," (online porn). Pity It doesn't make any effort whatsoever to entice me.

Pity It breaks my balls about taking our son out of religion when It was in the hospital;, yet while during this same period all our bills were managed and It returned to a home in order. Now It's awash in debt and the house is toxic. Pity.

Best of all, the interest charges on Its various credit cards could've totally paid Stoney's tuition! (oh wait, that's another one: "you didn't pay for your son to have health insurance." Excuse me, 1)he works, he can pay 2)take the weed money, it'll both pay for insurance as well as rent   3)keep enabling, Jeeeeeeeezus loves it!

Got my miles, freezing, but I loved every second! Now, off to Spin!