One day I will be living on social security. I may have to live on beans and rice.
My dog will still get his dog treats.
I may be living in a trailer park or renting a room from someone who turns out to be a pervert.
It has happened to me before, but the relationship didn’t last.
I’ll work two jobs and save. My dog will not tolerate a low rent situation for too long.
He will always need a yard to do his business in.
I like rice, but it’s hard to cook it just right. When I eat beans I feel lighter.
I know it will all come out in the end.