I didn’t/don’t want to keep regurgitating the same old, sad crap that everyone expects, because there’s, well, no goddamn point. I got an Apple Card, and everybody’s pissed. To me, it5’s another step in my recovery, To them, it’s another mess they’ll have to clean up. I HATE it here…. I’m still working so Goddamn hard on my recovery; but I seem to be the only fucking one.
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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