There is something to be said for living a life of abject Steem poverty, begging for food in the trash cans of upvotes and replies, the nails on the chalkboard screech of drivel posts drowning out the sounds of my stomach feeding on my other organs to provide nutrients to continue my pitiful existence.
At least it is comfortable. Protected from the retribution of the benevolent overlords by my banal journey of life.
RE: Everybody and Their Dog