My husband, KA Muston, and I are poor. We fall well, far, deeply below the "who the hell came up with that number?" of poorosity.
No, really. We have no Kruggerands buried in the yard, no undiscovered Rembrandt's secreted away in the attic, no bearer bonds, no mysterious Swiss bank accounts.
We barely have an American bank account. As it is, we have to take the tiny amount of money SSI give us, and live on it: on K's SSI of $721.00 a month we have to pay for car insurance, gas, electric, water, gasoline, house and car maintenance, paper products (tissue ain't cheap), laundry soap, dishwashing liquid, clothing, and oh so much more.
Could you do that? I don't know how we do; we have no home insurance, because we can't afford it, so every Tornado season I pray that Goddess will spare us from ripping our house out of the ground and making us live in debtors prison.
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