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Dreams End
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It's no fun being lost in the
backwash of the raging waters of this frenetic existence we have
come to call civilization. I should know, I've spent most of my
adult life in the backwash.
Most of us dream of, but never reach that magical tipping point which, when
hit, propels us into another level of existence, one in which
the basic necessities of life fade into the background of our
daily prioritizing. This is the level where the food, rent and power
bills become things which are taken care of in the background,
set it up and forget about it.
If you are good enough, or lucky enough, to get to
this level then you won't worry yourself sick every month when the
rent or the mortgage payments are due, they'll just get paid.
Then there's all those lovely credit cards which you can use for
those 'impulse purchases' which are so cleverly displayed at the
end of that long long isle in the superstore. Sod the bills,
they'll get paid at the end of the month when the next paycheck
rolls in.
No credit cards?...No credit score?
Welcome to the land of the disenfranchised.
All of those sunny adverts on the Tv mean nothing to the
disenfranchised, that's a world beyond reach, far far away on
the other side of some mythical rainbow. The world for you is
gray, devoid of dreams and shiny new cars, room sized refrigerators and
expensive restaurants.
OK, you don't rummage through dustbins for scraps, or beg on
street corners, but you can't afford to eat as healthily as you
should either.
Your life expectancy is down, you are stalked by a stealthy
killer because you haven't got the money to buy it off.
You smoke. It's something that's yours, a vice you deserve. It's
not that you can really afford to but what else is there? Most
of the disenfranchised smoke, it's a statistical certainty, don't
be too hard on yourself.
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