There's an art to being successfully poor, and I've mastered it. Many a year, I have lived below the poverty line, putting out at least half my income for rent and utilities. Christmases have often been nail biters with presents bought just in the knick of time and feasts cobbled together on a wing and a prayer. This year will be no exception. My husband sells Japanese cars. I am an unsuccessful freelancer being chased by the government for a few hundred bucks, even though I've only made about $4,000 this year. I'm always thinking that the government spends more than it makes trying to collect back taxes from the poor, staffing phone banks with bored operators and nasty collection agents who are getting paid more in a month than I make in a quarter. We also have a few extra expenses. The car needs new bearings. The pug needs to be assessed by the vet after developing the odd habit of fainting for no good reason. There will be added household expenses once W...
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