The last couple of years have been rough on me, but I survived. The recession kicked my ass. Lost my business. My home. My car. My savings, etc., but I survived. In the past two years I lost my mom, my dad, one of my brother's and just last week my sister-in-law. The Reaper has been busy, but I survived. I myself was diagnosed with cancer. Spent most of last year in bed. Went through Chemo and radiation treatments and all that fun stuff. I'm thankfully in remission now. I survived. Since I've been unable to work I've applied for Social Security benefits. Yesterday I was denied for the second time. Okay, fine. I'll find a way to survive. I always do. Oh, I got a second letter from the government. This one was from my pals at the IRS telling me that I owe them $537 from 2013. I made barely made over $10,000 the year before because finding work was scarce. I did file and got a little money back. In 2013 I was dead broke, lived in my condo which was in foreclosure and didn't have electricity for 6 months because I couldn't pay the bill. I didn't ask for any handouts. I dealt with the cards I was dealt with...and I survived. Now, due to my illness I still don't have a job and I have a mountain of unpaid medical bills pilled up. I'm not crying about it, but Jesus Christ give me a fucking break. I've worked my whole life, paid my taxes, paid into social security and now that I need it, they tell me "Fuck off!". Fine, I'll still find some way to survive, but do you really have to kick me when I'm down on my knees struggling to get back up? Do the government really need the $537 which I ain't got? I guess Michelle needs some extra pocketbook money for another multi million dollar vacation (which the taxpayers have to cough up). Just to clarify about all the above shit that's happened to me. I'm not whining about it (seriously), so call off the "Waaaaaambulance" jokes. I still enjoy life. I don't let that shit get me down at all. I just fucking hate the fact that the government gets off shitting on the little guy. If I had just hopped over the boarder they'd probably give me everything I need and more. You know, because if you didn't actually pay into it you automatically go straight to the top of the list. Thanks Obama. Anyway, I'm still weak, but done with the chemo shit. Back to trying to find a job. One that will allow me time off to go to all the doctor appointments I still have. Plus, employers love hiring people in their late 50s. Yeah, I know, good luck to me (lol). Howard related because he wished cancer on all his enemies.