So some updates since my last depressing blog...

Last week mom swallowed her pride and drove down to the welfare office, which is located in one of those parts of town where you're liable to get shot in the face just for looking crossways. After a grueling hour in a filthy waiting room and plenty of paperwork, we managed to qualify for food stamps. Fifty bucks a week. That's for food only, no toiletries or other amenities.

We're not out of the woods yet, but this is...

So my serious blogs never really do too well on here (though arguably nobody's do), but I'm compelled to keep writing them. Not sure why. I guess just to ease some of the pressure on my buckling mental sluices, or maybe I secretly hope one of you buttholes will say something profound that rights all my wrongs. Either way, here it is.

My mom is miserable. Every day is a struggle for her and she frequently tells me that she does not want to live anymore.

These days...