This week I worked for the first time in my life at a local homeless shelter helping transients register to vote. I saw whole families living in utter poverty who felt disenfranchised.
I suppose I am lucky in a way. There are no mouths to feed, no wife to support and no one else is relying on me for their survival. Perhaps that is for the best.
Since George H.W. Bush came into office by hook or by crook, my own life has spiraled into hopelessness and despair. I do not think this is just a simple coincidence. More so, I feel like a small chess piece that has been discarded as a casualty to the side. I no longer feel like I am in the game. No longer do I pursue the chase.
Since the tragedy of 9/11 and the resulting decline I lost a fine job with a start-up ISP company for which I was a founding member. It offered full benefits with a promising company and I was a happy camper. The company was bankrupt and sending jobs to India and Canada within two years and I found myself laid-off and out of work.