I’m still fighting the insurance company and therefore STILL in need of surgery.
I’m still unable to return to work and also because of possible legal wranglings unable to get unemployment or another job.
I’m about to move into a “unique fixer-upper opportunity” on the corner of Crack and Whore.
I’m still broke.
I still owe money to every hospital and medical supply shop in a three-state radius.
And in two days (Wed, 27) I turn 29.
Where’s my gun?