Just finished watching it on Netflix. LOVED IT. It was all about a guy in a wheelchair with muscular dystrophy still working to wring the most out of life. Maybe I should buy a wheelchair accessible van, and hire a hot, young, smart gay chauffeur. But, that would piss Butch off. Hm.
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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