Buy Lou Minatto a pizza


Thus begins my mandatory isolation. 

I'm embarrassed to admit that I am practically destitute, I used to have enough to get by. 

I've given away three cars in my life (used cars, I'm not Oprah) -- and have always been willing to help others in need. 

Helping myself has always been difficult. Perhaps it's my death wish, masochism, or "major depressive disorder not otherwise explained" which might actually be PTSD due to experiences I don't care to discuss publicly or privately.