I know that you know that none of us ought to be impoverished. I have enough to live on now, but that was barely the case for a lot of years. My feet are fucked up from wearing ill-fitting shoes bought from the Salvation Army, for example. Luckily, I ended up with good insurance to cover those five surgeries, with more to come. Poverty sucks, that's for sure. Once I graduated HS and got a job, I could afford more food outside than what was available at home, and gained a bunch of weight and height by age 20, when I joined the Navy. Should have done that right out of HS.

If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.