What are you listening to?

[Boomer]

We're getting beyond prozac and meandering into THORAZEINE and Scotch Whisky! The worst part is we see absolutely no end in sight unless we either A. Declare bankruptcy and move to another hemisphere, or B. Fit this guy up for a pair of concrete shoes! Its that bad, and its almost like every night for the last 2 years Mrs B and I come home and all we can do is whine at each other about the little misfits we have to work with. Unfortunately the economy is such that land is just not selling and no one is really doing any sort of land development. With Mrs's B's health I can't just pick up the tent stakes because she needs certain meds to exist. We're getting trapped in a situation that we just dont know how to break free of no mattter what we do.

But - we're alive, up and about able to take on nourishment. Just getting so very disgruntled.