If I commit a good enough felony, I'll get subsidized housing.
"Yeah, low rent, nine hundred something a month SSI,” said Dot the manager of the house that year. “They have to give it to ‘em 'cause who's going to hire 'em? It's supposed to keep 'em from robbing again. (Snort)"
And thanks to a benevolent judge, I landed in that shelter where I learned my Social Security pension, money I have to live on until the day I die, is so small it would not pay rent in a flea-bag hotel.
Rudy got really mad and wheeled out in his electric chair sputtering a string of swear words at me that shocked the other ladies, but just made me laugh.