8/4 The Book of August

The staff checked me in, told me the rules.  I had my journal with me.  One of them flipped through it quickly, checking for razor blades and gave it back.  So I spent the day with the old folks.  Lots of depression there.  What do they have to be depressed about, after all they’re living easy on all of that free social security money.  Part of the dastardly 47%, you know.  They’re nearing the end of their life and wondering if it was worth it.  Most of their friends have died, spouses too.

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