Shitloads Made More Than Others

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$82.00.

Wow. Nothing to you, I know. I think I should be happy to be asked to....
Well, let me move on. Yesterday, I went downstairs and got my mail. I had headed out to get my meds first. I’m really loving Walgreens. Those motherfuckers in the pharmacy, don’t fuck around. I shouldn’t call them mother- fuckers. They are all women. I should call them bitches, but they don’t fuck around. Give them bitches a prescription and they ask you when do you want it. As soon as possible, I say. “Sit down, we’ll have it ready for you in 20 minutes.” What the cock-bent fuck?

Duane Reade? You suck. As soon as possible to them meant two days. I was embar- rassed to tell the chic that I meant tomorrow. I wanted to tell her that I was so proud of her, but you know how it is. She might have taken that shit the wrong way and called security, telling them that I fondled her clit or something. So, I called it a day and headed out of the Walgreens and to my mailbox. In the box I find an envelope labeled Social Services. I tore into it right away. One thing that I’ve learned from social services is that they are probably the dumbest cocksuckers on Earth. And that is an insult to dumb cocksuckers.

In it is a notice, reading: Cash Assistance. This notice is to inform you that we intend to restrict your shelter allowance effective 7/10/2011.  Your shelter allowance will be paid directly to your landlord or primary tenant. This action is taken because of administrative ease. When we restrict your shelter allowance, we will issue a vendor check for X representing part or all of your semi- monthly grant of X. If your rent is more than the amount of your shelter allowance, indicated above, you must pay the rest of your rent to your landlord or primary tenant.

Nice. My little, measly allowance of less than $85.00 semi monthly. Which means, I will be getting less than $45.00 semi monthly, or less than $85.00 a month. A New York Code, Rule and Regulation was cited in the letter also. I searched it on the Internet and there I found a comment on it in a New York Register. “It states that rates are set at a “modest level” to encourage welfare recipients to work so that they can purchase higher housing quality if desired. The regulatory impact statement states that larger increases in grant level would “reduce the incentive to work.”

So they want to encourage me to purchase higher quality housing. Ha ha ha. Or rather starve me out as an incentive to work. Nothing like more hunger to make you want to get a job. The problem is that I have been working with my lawyers to get me on Disability because I can’t work. Not only is that a fact that my lawyers know, but Social Services know it too because THEY THEMSELVES are in litigation against the Feds to get me on Disability. So one of their hands realize that I can’t work at a job, and the other hand is taking more of the ‘no money’ allowance that they give me TO GO BACK TO WORK. Makes sense to you?

Then the next day, I get another letter dated the next day that reads: Your public assistance has been RECERTIFIED for the period of August 1st, 2011 to July 31, 2012. You will continue to get the SAME AMOUNT of public assistance benefits. Even though we figured your public assistance benefits again, it did not change the amount of public assistance benefits you get.

So will there be changes, or will there not be changes? I don’t know, but either way, I filed for a fair hearing to put a stop to the action and to face someone other than a computer to make my case. Will this work? I have no guess. Like I said, Social Services are like a multi-headed hydra, with each head having its own, fucked up agenda. Not one head talks to the other, so they work not together, but in a confused storm of actions that even makes them stop and wonder what the yeast infected cunt they are doing.

Like I said, they are an insult to dumb cocksuckers.

So now, I’m back in another sinking boat. God, I wish I could sell a book or two....or three. I’m hoping against hope because since the death of my father, I haven’t been able to write shit. Not a fucking thing. I think my desire to do something written is finished now that I can’t show it to him. Without desire, I have no hope. Without any hope....it’s homelessness again. The shelter system, the streets, the entire nine yards. A world of Skekies, something that I know if you’re a longtime reader, realize is not fun in the least.

I file the paperwork. I sit in front of my computer, not thinking about what to write in my new novel and the only way to vent my frustration is to blog. Blog my heart out once more. I’m not done yet.

Hobobob