Isaac Laraz

I frowned as I surveyed my life objectively. Like most people's in this era, it, quite frankly, sucked. I was lucky enough that my now-deceased boomer parents had bought a small - one-bedroom, 2 bathroom - house to live in after the nest was empty. That had passed to me, so at least I was sure I had a roof over my head, as opposed to most of the people in my early-30's age group who were struggling to pay rent. My work situation was lousy. I was working for minimum wage for a local company. The money I made from that went to insurance on my 150,000-miles-on-it 10 year old car, gas and maintenance on the car, food, clothing, and my communications package. I was using the Internet to try and find a better job. But in this era of collapsing late-stage capitalism, better jobs didn't seem to exist. I growled at having to spend Saturday job-hunting, but I worked Monday through Friday. So I couldn't really do it then. When I got home from work I had to cook dinner, keep the house clean, squeeze in food shopping, etc. I kind of wished I had someone around to help me out with that, the way it used to be when my parents had grown up. Dad could support him, Mom, and the kid (me) comfortably on one income. Mom was able to spend the whole day d...