I started my first job when I came to San Diego commuting on a city bus. Took me about 45 minutes just to get to work until I could afford a wee antique car. That was 22 years ago, IIRC. Mebbe 23, but anyway, I have also been so flat even the bus was out of reach. I am glad to say these conditions have changed, gradually but steadily, over the years. I have a paid for, if somewhat old, car. Yay. And a permanent address so the cops can't bust me for vag anymore. And a nice family, a steady job, and a house to call my own. So I guess these are the good years, if only I weren't such an anarchist commie pinko bastard... LOL!

I just received my annual pitch from the Libertarian Party. Lemme tell ya, I yam tempted.



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