Supply [Teenage Wasteland Theme]

[More_Fiuhs]

I put my back into my living, for what it was worth. Maybe another six weeks. There’s always demand from the Upper Levels, for whatever we can spare. It isn’t so bad, really; John left me his longboard in the will, so I can scoot around on my stomach. And I made it to seventeen with both lungs, which is more than most can say. Not a bad life.
I could go on, but others need the credits. I scoot over to my twelve year old sister, who raises her lidless eye to me.
“Sally,” I say, “Take my hand.”

[strawman]

It's true. All human happiness is "compared to what?"

The beatings will continue until morale improves.

[gunsofchekhovia]

Hey, strawman, what was that you said about dark clouds?

Nice work, More_Fiuhs, and a belated Welcome to the Forums.

[strawman]

I'm feelin' ya, bro'.