And then ramble about Bitcoin or some crap like that.
Next comes the lecture about responsibility and hard work.
If I had any respect for that viewpoint, I’d resent those people. I work three jobs and I’m not paid nearly enough to pay my bills. Collection agencies hound me which is, I suppose, yet another indicator of my moral shortcomings.
So, yesterday I was hanging out by the docks with my stuff when I heard a deafening sound. Was it an earthquake? Some other Anthropocene unnatural disaster? With the increased frequency of once-in-a-century events, it’s impossible to keep the tragedies straight.
Anyhow, a number of large waterfront homes caught fire and fell into the ocean. Those poor people lost everything, even their Bitcoins.
I have a lot of company now: a bunch of burnt, disfigured and newly disabled people who need to work harder and take responsibility. I share my stuff with them. They’re not happy, but they’re getting by.
Me? I’m doing fine.