I'm still stuck on "retirement income" rather than SSI (more like SSDI), what fucking retirement income or SSI? You haven't worked! By your own admission you haven't held a steady job for any length of time in forever, so what retirement income?
I think he gets subsidized by his parents or other relatives, because there's no way in hell his begging for money makes enough to live off of and peddling rocks definitely doesn't make enough, especially when they're very low quality.
Based upon the type of person he is (which in turn is based upon how he presents himself) I'm 100% certain that he adopts a very meek, subservient attitude when begging for largesse from his relatives and from social services in Arizona. All of this talk of being a hippie and other bullshit goes right out the window when there's not a camera pointed at him, and in the comfort and relative privacy of the social workers' office or the doctor's office he becomes very servile and plays up his many disabilities and his advanced age to garner funds to subsist, day by day, in a bleak meaningless existence. Fuck what a miserable life, to not have any real agency in your own affairs and be forced to rely upon the generosity of others for your bread.
That's why he dumpster dives, because the very minimal funds he makes from all of these sources is immediately wasted upon arrival, in a manner similar to other cows (Lucas Werner, etc) and thus he is forced to attempt to scrounge up crumbs from the laps of the more fortunate, which includes such noted dignitaries as "that McDonald's worker who feels sorry for the obvious mentally ill bum" and "that kind lady who wants to be nice to someone who obviously has no friends and support network".
I eagerly await the ridiculous alliterative insults and follow up excuses as to why I'm wrong. If I'm lucky he'll attempt to turn it back around on me and claim that this is evidence that I am projecting or something, not understanding that working for a living and making your own way in life is the exact opposite of what he claims to be. The best part is that since he knows nothing about me beyond the fact that I dunk on him unmercifully with a group of likeminded individuals he can assume whatever he wishes, and in so doing will reveal even more layers to his delusions. I don't blame you Tom, you can't help but spill your spaghetti everywhere because of your obvious mental illness and low IQ. Its not your fault.
