The Divine Mr. M

~We get by month by month. There's enough money to buy food and pay the bills. But then we get something like this...

The left rear tire has a slow leak and we have no money to do anything about it until the first. Neither of us is physically capable of putting the donut on and there's not enough cash to get the guy to come out an do that. He charges fifty bucks and that's all we got.

This fear I'm feeling in my gut is poverty. I was doing okay until I went out and saw that earlier. We were gonna 'get by' another month. Now, fuck knows...

I put air in the thing - which cost a fucking dollar - and hopefully it won't deflate so much that it becomes undrivable. I'm planning on refilling it in the morning - which will cost another fucking dollar - and then going to the tire joint in Lancaster and hope they can fix it, which would be free. I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed it don't blow out on Sierra Highway. *sigh*

This makes me want to kill Republicans. If not for Sequestration, Le-Le would have gotten her VA Disability increase by now and we'd have gotten new tires all around. I want to kill them because those mother fuckers want to kill me. *spits*