As Daryl often does though, he did give me
a sliver of actual help. Well, mostly help for his quest to get all
of my paperwork. I like paperwork and I think it is a good idea for
me to have a lot of it. I get that. Being poor, needing social
services, and having copacetic documentation all go hand-in-hand.
He knew a guy at the local helping people find employment office who might be able to get me a fresh copy of my
DD214. That's the second reason I'll be stopping by there after the
bus pass thing.
In the end though, he said I was doing
a good job of doing the things he wanted me to do so, bravo zulu I
guess?
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