I have little sympathy for the pathetic whiner who jumped off the roof with his mom.
Why could the “unemployed musician” not go out in the street and seek work? 60 y/o? That’s young!
Recently I was approached at the Post Office by a lady who appeared to be about 80. She had a five gallon bucket, spoke not a word of English, and was selling tamales 12 for $7. I bought a dozen and watched her for a while. She was probably clearing $200/day making tamales at night and peddling them during they day.
I respect her work ethic and self-sufficient attitude far more than I respect the whiny euroweenies.
Reminds me of the pictures I’ve seen of NYC in days past and the guys who went door to door sharpening knives...or, the rag-men pushing carts down the streets.