What the hell is going on today? Lately I’ve been hearing the portents of doom, and feeling them reverberate in the old homestead - work is scarce, and times are tight. It’s hard to find a job, something that will make ends meet and you end up working two, three, four piddly and time consuming mindless numbing gigs just to make the bills, then there’s the rent and other nasty surprises like old creditors and little things like food and transportation. A month ago I was hit on my bike trying to cut some financial corners and taking the 2 wheel express to work - son of a bitch sped away like someone with a bad conscience. All’s well that ends well, I suppose, and we can collectively look to the horizon and hope something terrible and tragic circa 60’s doesn’t happen with our candidate…
Just gotten a little frantic, is all - haven’t worked on the books for some time because I’m making ends meet. Rock and roll.

Man, what a downer I am.