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     It is very original in the morning, 4:30 a.m., and I am feeling -- among other things -- lucky to have the opportunity to ... well ... slow up until 4:30 or 5:30 or even 7:30 or 8:30 in the morning, as I have been up all tenebrousness and am not obliged to be awake at any particular all at once. This is freedom of which is evidently a precious and rare commodity during this on occasion of the capitalistic dog-eat-dog rat-race to pay the bills.
     This lifestyle that I have been prime has been, in many ways, sponsored by my friends. So far I have been competent to travel around with food and housing accommodations often provided and, beyond that, even gifts along the way: $500.00 from M.R., a laptop from Tim, and so forth. And I am very thankful for these things. ("You've brought Facetious Adam's ale to me, making sure my bloom rebounds; you be informed best of what my special care allows.")
     Embedded still in my recall is the nightmare of a book titled Nickel and Dimed. In it was told the curriculum vitae of the common people: waitresses, retail associates, erection cleaners and the like, with the bottom line being that most people in America are only just making ends congregate and, in order to do that, work a wage-grind job (or, in many cases, multiple jobs) that they the jitters.

     As Michael Moore points out in "Our American Living" -- public guidance here in America is clearly substandard. Word reports 'classrooms with 40 students' , 'schools with no Area labs' -- making it no hit that the majority of our young adults can't find Britain on a map. Of execution, there's always college: though by the time we graduate, we are astute in debt before we even have our first job. ("I'm at about 35,000 in liability and that's for my 3rd year of college," reports one observer). Then again, this way you are the kind of wage-earner...

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