Broken Blues

So once again I am broke… fundless and the man downstairs will not take my two quid in two pence pieces so I haven’t had a cigarette since yesterday and I am about to chew off my leg.

:sigh: I really am tired of not having money.

The last four or five months, I’ve only had enough money to pay the rent and eat sometimes and that’s pretty much it.

All my shoes are either uncomfortable or worn down and I am incapable of replacing any of them.

My Levis have holes and are devolving into rattiness, but I take comfort in the fact that jeans only look better the more beat up they get.

I do not have adequate winter clothing, but thankfully I have coats… just not enough underneath stuff.

Living without money, is having no power in the world to effect change in even the smallest things….

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