Who the fuck are you?
Imagine having nothing and then being told you can't have the companionship of a dog or even cheap beer because that means you aren't interested in changing your situation.
Imagine having nothing and then being told you can't have the companionship of a dog or even cheap beer because that means you aren't interested in changing your situation.
That's who the fuck I am.
What I did see, and realised more and more as I struggled, was that those few drinks was just an excuse for the people around me, to not do anything.
Oh sure, when there was a bunch of us, they were rather elequent I. Their own way, about what they would do - tomorrow, or perhaps next week, or even once they had just a few more dollars. It never happened though.
Out of everyone I grew up with, I am the only one to actually get out. Which shames me, I often wonder what I could do to have helped more, to bring people with me. But then I remember what it was like there.
Those $12 a month spent drinking isn't money that could be saved, it's the opposite, the temporary high that ruins you for many more hours than it provides.
And I'm pretty sure the "Slim Jim" mentioned are room temperature shelf stable sausage sticks, individually packaged and probably handy for someone possibly with no refrigeration.
https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2013/11/your-br...
It's not easy for them.