[well i suck]

we went to visit my aunt again today. she's all settled in after her big trip south for the holidays. she and my mom were sitting there talking about people and places from the past. they started talking about my grandfather and one of his first jobs. before becoming the sheriff of the town that my mom and aunt and uncles all grew up in he worked for the railroad. he had seven kids to take care of. he was the only one making any money at the time. and he made twenty-five cents an hour.

sitting there all i could think was, "what the hell is my problem?"

nine people survived on twenty-five cents an hour. the only person i provide for is myself, and sometimes i can barely do that.