at 115 pounds whats left of my mind. they still talkin "job center". What can I tell ya, "Such is life"...life is ultimately death even with priest/pope/rabbi I do sinly/wrongly confess. BUT WRONG CONFESS IS 2 MEANINGS WITH SINLY STATED FIRST. Look like im "manipulated" to not get disability back..maybe rely on cpl of dollars from my brother with his ego as my Savior. he save me if savior isnt a word. got me beat definin that one. Beat me? Who gold minin? I stay hard, stay welfare, the music play bard...well that makes it fair. Chopin 9 2, i really love that one as classical best. came to america at 9, did my 2 comas. Who need more coinscedence with my irony being so classical. sigh..grin..or whatever grinful depressing word define it. With me chatting with dying people for years on end. result of hyperlexic/hypergraphic and what can I say when all you know is being sick... you get attached to others sick. My bars is sick. Verses is sicker. sample depressing otherwise simply beautiful. grimreap gayreap or gayr.i.p to those he watched over. whatever... I *grin* with him being grim. Frowning aint grinnin ghetto my town so who talkin sinnin.