“…Ink”

It’s nice to have a few crumbs of Hope again,…however uncertain they may be. I like Satan do not pin my tactical hopes on politics. The new Congress is doing what it can. However I’ve been around long enough to know their real chances.

I like some of these kids. I remember when we had the dream. I hope theirs prospers better.

As for myself I’m okay. Destitute by American standards, but okay. I have a tidy little home food the lights are on, and I’m connected with high speed to the world.  I went without for a while. So I take nothing for granted.

By world standards I’m comfortable. By American an elder beneath destitute, and disposable. To which I say fuck'em I’m alive, and still causing trouble. 

See my dangerous ink above.