Any Rich, Old Relatives I Don't Know about: Now Is a Good Time to Die

I’m not completely confident that my wage-slave job is ever going to lead to better things.  I’m on the verge of letting the scumbags who I have my car loan with just repo it because I can’t afford to make the payments, let alone actually insure and drive the fucking thing.

If I was a hot teen girl, I’d be showing my butthole to online perverts for money and gifts.  Instead I’m 39, not in the best health, and I have mountains of debt looking to crush me like a potato bug beneath a sadistic child.  The best thing to happen to me right now would be to either win a lottery or get shot and killed by a trench-coated maniac one day in the 7-11.

Cheers.