An open letter from Schmoop:
Someone on Sunday’s post, who shall be nameless, in the comments, implied that my boy was lazy and needed to get a job rather than bitch about his PENDING unemployment.
Let me tell ya…
My boy, The Matt-Man is anything but that …and I love him more than anything in the world.
What you need to know, is that he does look for work…every fucking day.
There is no work here in our burg.
I took off today because I didn’t want to go out in the fucking blowing snow.
Yeah…I’m a pussy. So?? I’ll make it up.
My brother is fucked as well. I love both of them so much…sorry.
I personally gave up on God today.
I used to pray every day for both of them, and I get nowhere.
No fucking where. I’m done with the praying thing.
I know Matt-Man would never give up, but sometimes…Why?
Obviously God is not listening.
He made me dinner, ‘cause he loves me; Matt made me dinner that is, not God…anyhoo…
In our house there is love, and hope…And, the hope is all Matt‘s, and I wish I had the hope he has.
Do you all believe?
I really need to have a little hope.
Even if you don’t believe in God, do you believe in anything? And if you do, pray for my brother and for Matt-Man.
As Matt-Man would say…