For obvious reasons, I'm not comfortable meeting up in person, but I live in Miami.
Don't suppose you have any hot tip job prospects? I actually worked up the nerve and got an interview at an art supply store. But didn't get it.
I'd like to get back into school, Miami Dade perhaps; finish my bachelor's, have a reason to wake up in the morning, but I owe my other college money and they won't release my transcripts until that's done. My mother is trying to help out but she is dragging her feet.
So here I am. Another Miami native, crushed flat under the weight of his own obnoxious brain. Why are our brains out to destroy us again? I forget.