Diagnosis
I'm a poor, tired, and very busy southern man. I live where the IQ often is as high as the employment rate. If you haven't been living under a rock or have some common sense you know that is a very scary thing.
I've managed to keep hold of a job in the town's last remaining factory, a place of hardship and spiteful fear. No one knows when the luck is going to run out again. We prefer to keep working and hope that we can save enough money to survive the next lay-off.
But we manage, we make it, we keep going, and if we geet lucky, we get out.
Other than that I'm a fairly easy person to get along with. I love music and aspire to one day get good enough on the guitar to rock out as my career. Or better yet get into college where the cash flow doesn't doesn't rely on my ability to play the crap that people now call good music....
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