I think that I have no chance to ever earn a decent living again. I'm
also ailing in a variety of ways. I suffer from depresson,
ostpirouious (severe aches in hip-bone joints) and am slowly loosing
my sight. The county hospital would put me on an end of the line
Triage, and I would have to wait for hours and hours in that waiting
room surounded by sick Mexicans. Soon, I will hit bottem. The only
hope for me is to somehow garner the inititive to pack up and leave
town to start a new life in Las Vegas. But the reletives whom hate me
will be estatic to see me leave here.