Signing On
21/3/94-22/3/94
21 March 1994 - SIGNING ON
Being on the dole is no laughing matter. I've got no money, and have to eat wood provided to me by Woden, the god of wooden things.
I have resorted to living in a small box of pens to save money. Many pens speak to me at night.
22 March 1994 - SIGNING ON
I met a bloke called Minikull when I signed on today. He already has a fifty-grand-a-year job, but signs on as a protest against his wealth.
He told me that he is a victim of society. He pocketed his forty eight quid and drove off in his Mercedes.
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