"Hell, you aren't gonna work a job. You haven't worked in years. If you get a job, then you will quit in three days."
-- My dearest Dad last night when I told him I was looking.
To be fair, Dad feels about me like I feel about Kevin, The Homeless Guy, Barbieux. What goes around, comes around as the old saying goes. He also told me it will be April, my birthday, before he will allow me any of my disability cash. See why I want to work? I don't want somebody telling me what and how much of MY money I can get. I want to be independent.