Wowsers. This thread is a bitch slap in the face from reality. I'm glad I have all my shit worked out for when I go to college... living in my shitty dinkmobile would suck.
On another note, I'm relieved to see you're back on your feet. I remember back in the day when I lived with my drug addict father (a violin starts to play at this point) and me and my brother had to pretty much do everything ourselves, including steal his drug money to buy food from the grocery store. Oh, and we lived in Modesto. And I was eight.
Luckily, things seemed to work out, as it seems to have with you as well. Or at least is on that track. I'm going to toss this out there because it deserves tossing, regardless if you need it or not: If you're still broke, which apparently you are, don't discount army surplus stores or the salvation army for clothing and various other stuff, like a purple heart or a defunct SAA pistol. You can usually grab something for less than a dollar fifty in terms of clothing at a salvation army place, and if you get back to where you have a bit of change to spare you can grab a flak jacket from some army surplus places for ten bucks. Bulletproof, warm, AND stylish. You can't go wrong.
It's funny how people can get so screwed over something like a typo. Well, if it happens again, I can be an avenue of help. I (and this is no joke) have a powerful friend in a government office, and I'm sure he can do something. Hopefully this will all shake out in the end, with you winning the lottery or a tauntaun.
I wish you the very best of luck.
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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old
