“Acting is not about anything romantic, not even fantasy, although you do create fantasy.“

Thinking about Job training that actually turned out to be a sweatshop where you folded towels for 15 cents an hour.

This king about the mental health office that refused to send my prescription to my pharmacy, lied about it and then threatened to call "my parole officer" when I was upset because most of their patients were court mandated to go there but I was not one of them. They had simply forgotten that and decided to play the same games they did to those who had no choice. As soon as they realized I did not have a parole officer they stopped playing around and immediately sent the prescription.

Thinking about how Ebt pays out less money than the minimum amount the government says is needed to live by almost half. How there's so many tricks in the application to try to block you from getting aid you need.

Thinking about how many services are cut off from you if you have a criminal record and how being homeless is illegal in so many places.

Thinking about how the only job bank in my county shut down a decade ago in the middle of a recession.

Thinking about how rental assistance across the country have waiting lists years out.

Thinking about how employment resources is often getting someone to berate you while showing you the exact same Monster.com listing you could find online yourself and that's it.

The poem is red text in the shape of a dog, with black text at the locations of the nose and collar. The poem reads, "Please do not fault your dog for his nature. He is not privy to the human rules by which you live. When he barks, he does not mean to hurt your ears; he has not your gift of speech. He cannot express himself as beautifully as you would like him to. But he will try. He does not mean to scratch you when he jumps up to greet you. He is so happy to see you. He waited all day. He does not mean to cause you pain. He cannot know he is made of sharp edges and pointed teeth. He is too cherished to know how to use them. So please do not fault him, scold him and scorn him, when he comes to you, tail wagging, knocking everything off the coffee table, his only trespass being that he does not know how to be anything other than a dog, and his only sin being that he loves you."

This is better than I'd ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather

Just look at this thing

This is getting notes again so I will admit that "rat gun" was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be "ray gun."

It was actually $75.

Hi you asked this question and I immediately went to the pottery studio to make a calcifer to put in my woodstove.