All my dissatisfaction with my life can be traced back to the way I've chosen to live my life, to a great degree, in absentia ever since 1/31/99. Before then, I lived a relatively self-directed life: Now, not so much.
I want it back.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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