Day 155 of 366
I'm a hilarious writer. Or, I used to be. The looming rise of capitalism threatens and forces me to look for a sustainable means of living, and it doesn't make the search easy. I'm fully aware the government wants to cleanse the population of people who can't make it for themselves. The only numbers they care about pertain to the green dough. Anyone who can't contribute green dough will most likely be found in the streets of downtown Dallas, forbidden from public restrooms unless they can exchange a few bucks for a cruddy burger. It isn't right. But it's not new. It's just one of the fish in our big fry skillet. As such, I've found myself in and out of undesirable working positions. Having a job is something to be grateful for, for sure. But not when your well-being as a human isn't taken good care of. Perhaps some of you are aware I used to work at a now-boycotted establishment and switched to a non-boycotted one, although for different reason...