I go without a lot of crap that people on welfare take for granted and I don’t know how easy I have it.
Out here in real America, I stand behind people in the checkout line who buy food I cannot afford with an EBT card and drive away in a car I cannot afford either. No EBT card for me, but I’ve got to pay for theirs. Why is that?
Once upon a time I had a roomy whose job at Universal Studios paid him easily four times what I made. He had a good friend who happened to come over quite often. He was a popular artist whose original paintings routinely fetched 5 figures. Both guys, healthy, good looking, had their pick of the ladies, successful etc...
One thing you could ALWAYS depend on, is after several beers, they'd both start whining about how tough they had it because they were black.