Bill and Kevin had been threatening to take me for weeks but never followed through. They’ve done that a lot lately. Hm. I need more friends, here. Since Ciaran’s departure from my life, I have almost none. Part of it is, I have minimal access to $. aT LEAST, confidently. It’s partly my own goddamn fault; I’m still never sure if I can pay my own way or not. This makes me HUGELY reticent to engage.
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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