I have flu-like symptoms, and I want to self-quarantine, but I don’t have enough money.
What does math tell us about the potential deaths from the coronavirus?
I’m fucked. It will get worse. You know, life as usual.
Cash is King.
I’m disabled. I hate it. I hate life. I haven’t had a regular income for 10 years. I hate life. I need to heal.
An amusing story about my understanding of Mexico.
I warned about the risk of being arbitrarily kicked out, and it has happened.
How can I escape the poverty trap?
Follow me as I choose which medicines I can afford, whether or not I can eat, and when I will sleep on the street and risk my safety.