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It is Friday night. Tonight I cook a lamb chop with onion and baby squash from the garden. My next pension day is Monday. Over this weekend I go without food. My invalid pension it does not go far enough for two weeks of food. So be it that is life. So be it, so be it. Over this weekend what shall I eat? I can drink water falling from the sky as rain. I cannot pay my water bill. That too is gone. Cut off to a too slow flow, much too slow for sanitation. I do not bath. This is the regime of users pay. I cannot pay. And I do not even have to freedom to grow some pot in this un-freedom state of New South Wales, Australia. for that I find myself threatened again with jail time. Like time again without food.