My own, primarily. I’m waiting until Grendel and my dad go, then I’m out. See, Butch has been telling me for years now I’m getting worse, and I guess he’s right.
I keep fucking up my Mac. The Trust, at Butch’s behest not mine, keeps taking it to Bundy’s for repairs. I’ve been trying to get the Trust to let me buy a copy of DiscWarrior, for, oh, 3 years now.
which is what Bundy’s uses, at least initially, for repair. but I have never been able to save up the $119.95 it costs, and I guess Butch and the Trust would rather keep enriching Bundy’s coffers; maybe they get kickback; I doubt it, but I’m hurting like a motherfucker right now.
I didn’t sign up for this. If I’m truly getting worse, and my recovery has worse than stalled,it’s sunk, like Butch keeps saying,then I’m checking out when Grendel dies.
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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