People ask me, "Beaver. How can you devote so much time to the computer?"
I cannot do much of anything else. I had to retire from my beer delivery truck after I was placed inside the mental institution. I was put on social security benefits from Uncle Sam. I was written off as being mentally incompetent. Or something along those lines. No one will hire a recovering mental patient. Plus... I am under house arrest. I cannot go but a few feet outside my cave-home or I will go to jail. Thar are two bracelets attached to my ankles that will sound a silent alarm if I go past my boundry. The computer is about the only contact I have with the world besides my friends and the TV sets.
