...just feel like my Trustee's and I are creating an increasing, ultimately violent end to my life and work. My Trustee's seem pre-occupied with saving me money , at the expense of my quality of life. FINALLY, I feel they've come around to learning my mac is, and has been, my primary recovery tool; and as such, it has and will need frequent and costly, repairs. Ugh. time for bed. I'll come back to this, tomorrow.
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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