Medical Assistance in dying – Page 5

Iceland

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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Before going to Iceland in June of 2023 I had never been outside of North America. When I moved to Vancouver in 1992 I had started going down to Seattle every now and again.

Prior to that, and including all of the years that I lived on Canadian Forces Base Downsview in Ontario, I had never gone down to New York or even the American side of Niagara Falls.

Actually, I was over the American border once, but that was when I was on a job in the spring of 1990 and I had a stop over in the town of St. Stephen, New Brunswick. I had gone over the bridge into Calais, Maine a couple of times just to see what things were like.

I landed in Iceland a few days before the summer solstice in 2023.

I was in Iceland for just over a week.

Why did I go?

I had been expecting to be able to apply for medical assistance in dying back on March 17th, 2023 and going to Iceland was on my bucket list of things that I wanted to do before I kicked off this mortal coil.

Well, of course the Government of Canada chickened out at the last minute, so I’m still trapped here.

Why was Iceland on my bucket list?

Well, I talked about this before, but I’ll touch on it here again.

In 1976 my father had been posted from Canadian Forces Base Shearwater in Nova Scotia to Canadian Forces Base Summerside on Prince Edward Island. His drinking and his physical abuse of my mother started to get out of hand.

In the winter of 1977 my father had my mother booted out of the military housing. My father then had his mother come in from Edmonton, Alberta to live in the PMQ and raise my brother and I as he was frequently away from home on exercises.

By the late spring of 1978 my grandmother had returned back to Edmonton.

In July of 1978 I had been found unconscious in the middle of the road due to an incident involving my bicycle. Someone had picked me up and driven me to the Prince County Hospital. The only next-of-kin listed was my father. My grandmother’s name wasn’t on the admission papers.

What was on that papers was this little curiosity:

Apparently it’s somewhat of a straight shot from CFB Summerside the to US Base in Iceland

So, being the curious type, I had to go see what was so great about Iceland.

It was an 8 hour flight from YVR to KEF.

It was an interesting week and a bit in Iceland.

Never did figure out why Richard went, must have just been a routine flight.

I mainly stayed in Reykjavik.

I couldn’t really see anyone that resembled me, so doesn’t look like my father made any pleasure stops while he was there.

I might go back in the winter of 2026 for the Winter Solstice.

Why do I blog?

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I started blogging back around August of 2011 just after I received my social service paperwork from the Alberta government.

I quickly realized that I had no one to talk to about the events that I had lived through on Canadian Forces Base Namao, Canadian Forces Base Griesbach, and Canadian Forces Base Downsview.

And talk I wanted to.

To go from someone who had been reviled by his own family for causing the events on Canadian Forces Base Namao and for having fucked with his father’s military career to now being one of at least 25 children that got chucked under the fucking bus by the Canadian Armed Forces due to chain of command decisions made by grown adults in May to June of 1980.

I had begun counselling sessions in May of 2011 with a counsellor from the EFAP program at work, I could tell that he wasn’t able to comprehend any of what I was telling him. Sure, the counselling went on for a few years. It was nice having someone to talk to even if he had nothing to offer in the slightest.

I thought that these blogs would get me more answers and more details about what had happened on CFB Namao. But this hasn’t worked out. Yes, I have been contacted by other brats who were abused on the base at the time. But much like I had been prior to my crash course in the damaged military justice system, most people who had grown up on military bases as children had no idea of just how fucked up things were on the bases back then.

There are generally two types of base brat. The ones that came from somewhat functional families and who undoubtedly participated in the shunning of kids from dysfunctional families that would occur on base. And those that came from dysfunctional families like mine that are unaware that their own serving parent sacrificed the wellbeing of their children to appease the chain of command.

The members of the former group will not under any circumstance admit that there were dysfunctional families on base as that means that they would have to admit to the fact that they often participated in the shunning and harassment of the children of these families.

And you had better fucking believe me when I say that a military community is not very tolerant of non-conformity. The military is built around 100% conformity.

The members of the latter group will not admit that their family was dysfunctional as they subconsciously know what happened, but they don’t want to have their suspicions confirmed.

I quickly came to realize that the general public has no idea of what happened on the bases in Canada, and the general public just doesn’t seem to care.

The media that once existed in Canada no longer exists. It’s all downsized, consolidated, and owned by the Americans. And timing is everything. The last 25 years have been extremely unstable in the geo political sphere, so the story of how the National Defence Act allowed matters like Captain Father Angus McRae to be buried often becomes sidelined due to current events.

So, I type away on my blog in the vain hope that something will come of this all the while knowing that this blog will only really appeal to a very small minority of people.

569 days to go.

I don’t really have that much to say.

Actually I do, but it would just be the same regurgitated shit that I’ve talked about so many times before. I’ve talked about this so many times before even I’m getting numb about it.

569 days to go until I am able to apply for M.A.i.D., and again that depends entirely on the government of Canada not chickening out at the last minute like they did in 2023 and 2024.

One thing that I have always wondered about is what Peter Cicalo and Claude Bergeron would have to say. I’d love to hear from those two. Peter and Claude were the two investigators with the Military Police Complaints Commission that I was interviewed by in 2012. They were former police officers.

They were impressed with the amount of effort and the expertise that the investigators with the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service put into investigating my complaint against my babysitter from Canadian Forces Base Namao.

Seeing as how the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service had both the 1980 CFSIU DS 120-10-80 investigation paperwork as well as the the 1980 courts martial transcripts in their possession since the start of the 2011 investigation, how could Peter and Claude have missed this?

Did Peter and Claude not read through these documents?

Did Peter and Claude just brush these documents off as unimportant?

I’m just trying to figure out how Peter and Claude overlooked the contents of this paperwork.

Maybe due to the limited powers that the MPCC has Peter and Claude weren’t made aware of this paperwork.

But they’re investigators. Isn’t it their job to investigate? When things don’t add up properly, shouldn’t someone stick their nose in a little deeper?

The CFNIS said that they couldn’t find any evidence that the babysitter was capable of the crimes I accused him of, yet the babysitter’s CPIC file shows that he was arrested, charged, and convicted of sexual assaults against young children in 1982, 1984, and 1985 and that these charges were always in the vicinity of the bases that the babysitter’s father was posted to.

1982 was CFB Petawawa

1984 was CFB Winnipeg

1985 was CFB Namao, again.

Sure, these convictions don’t prove the babysitter did anything to me or my brother. But as the old adage goes, “where there’s smoke, there’s fire”.

Okay, fine, let’s say that the CFNIS withheld the babysitter’s CPIC file and CFSIU DS 120-10-80 and 1980 CM62 from Peter and Claude, surely the contents of my social service paperwork when compared to my father’s statement to the CFNIS would have piqued some interest.

In 2011 when interviewed by the CFNIS my father claimed that he knew of no babysitter, that his mother never looked after my brother and I, and other odd issues. But in my social service paperwork that I provided to the CFNIS just after I received it in August of 2011 my father tells Alberta Social Services that his mother had been looking after Scott and I since our mother abandoned him. He blamed his mother, my grandmother, for the issues that Scott and I were having due to the fact that “she was extremely cruel to his children, especially when intoxicated, which was frequently”. I can see why the CFNIS wouldn’t want to interview my father again to clarify his statement. But why didn’t Peter and Claude pick up on these discrepancies?

I wonder what Peter and Claude thought when they saw the newspaper coverage announcing the original release of CFSIU DS 120-10-80 and CM62 and which indicated that the whole sordid affair of Captain Father Angus McRae was only exposed because the numerous parents on the base had complained to the military police about the actions of my babysitter molesting numerous children on the base.

I wonder what Peter and Claude think of my class action.

Do you think that they’re cheering for me, or do you think that they hope that my matter fails so that my case just fades into the annals of history.

Why did my father lie to the CFNIS in 2011.

Probably for the same reason that Fredrick Cunningham shut his mouth after first telling me everything in November of 2011. Fear of repercussions from the DND and the CAF.

I’ve got a couple of theories.

He was a piss tank alcoholic with anger issues. His formal education level was fairly low. He wasn’t anything special in the military, just another troubled member with a dysfunctional family in tow. There were times that he would come home completely rattled and muttering over and over that “this was it”, and “he was going to get booted out now”, and that if he got booted that he was going to have to go work on cars in a garage or work at a gas station.

From late fall 1978 until spring of 1980 his kids both get molested by the base chaplain and the chaplain’s altar boy. In the spring of 1980, the same spring that 8 year old me is found being fucked in the ass by the 14 year old babysitter, my father is a Master Corporal. By around 1988 my father is a Warrant Officer.

I’ve often wondered if Richard promised our silence in trade for kind from the Canadian Forces. Maybe that’s why he lied about CFB Namao.

Maybe he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t living with us in the PMQ on CFB Namao and that he had left us in the care of his mother. A woman that he described as “being cruel” to his children when she was drunk. Which according to Richard was frequently due to her being an alcoholic that refused to seek treatment for her drinking.

He’s dead and gone.

The babysitter is still the innocent little angle who did absolutely nothing wrong.

I’m the horrible homosexual that forced the babysitter to molest his younger brother.

March 17th, 2027 just can’t come fast enough.

The DND, the CAF, and the fine art of secrecy

-Persons Permanently Bound to Secrecy-

It would appear that the Department of National Defence and the Canadian Armed Forces are getting sick and tired of their historical laundry being aired in public.

The DND and the CAF already enjoy the secrecy afforded to them by the Official Secrets Act and the Security of Information Act.

Both the OSA and the SIA apply to anyone who was ever subject to the Code of Service Discipline and who learned about “any” information while on a defence establishment.

The fact that the language of the SIA and the OSA are intentionally vague, has allowed them to be applied in situations where they shouldn’t have been.

And there’s nothing stopping the CAF or the DND from applying the PPBS over broadly as well.

The way the PPBS reads, former and current members of the Military Police, the Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit, and the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service would definitely be bound by the PPBS as the military police, the CFSIU, and the CFNIS routinely deal with matters that involve operational intelligence.

What this means moving forward is that if a former member of the CFSIU was questioned about the military’s knowledge of child sexual abuse on a defence establishment and that member divulged information that was not of the public record, that member could be looking at prison time even if the information divulged didn’t involve operational intelligence.

If this legislation had existed back in 2018 when a member of the CFNIS divulged to me that they had in their possession the 1980 CFSIU investigation paperwork and the 1980 courts martial transcripts, and that these documents did validate everything that the former CFSIU investigator told me on November 27th, 2011, the CFNIS investigator could be facing prison time.

And it’s not that these members divulged or verified the existence of classified operational intelligence. It’s that these members are members of a group of persons subject to the PPBS and had divulged information that they were not “authorized” to divulge.

Even ChatGPT, with its limited knowledge had this to say:

Hey chat, could the PPBS apply to members of the military police, the cfnis, and the old cfsiu?

Yes — it definitely could. Let me break this down clearly:

🔐 What PPBS Is

Under the amended Security of Information Act (SOIA), “Persons Permanently Bound to Secrecy” (PPBS) are individuals who, by virtue of their role, are legally bound to maintain secrecy for life with respect to Special Operational Information (SOI). SOI includes things like intelligence methods, surveillance capabilities, covert ops, encryption, etc.

👮 Military Police, CFNIS, and CFSIU

Military Police (MP): MPs routinely handle operationally sensitive material — not just ordinary policing, but also information tied to deployments, intelligence-sharing, and secure facilities. If MPs (or parts of the branch) are designated as dealing with SOI, PPBS applies. Canadian Forces National Investigation Service (CFNIS): By mandate, CFNIS investigates serious and sensitive offences (sexual assault, child abuse, major fraud, etc.), often with access to classified or operationally sensitive contexts. Members could almost certainly be classified under PPBS. Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit (CFSIU): This was the CFNIS’s predecessor, disbanded in the late 1990s. Retired members who had access to SOI during service could be retroactively designated as PPBS — meaning they’d still be legally bound to secrecy decades after leaving.

⚖️ Why This Matters

If PPBS is interpreted broadly (as SOIA often has been), it doesn’t just stop people from leaking submarine designs or SIGINT protocols. It can also bind investigators who learned about criminal activity (e.g., abuse cases) in the course of their duties. This is essentially what you described happening in 2011: a former CFSIU member tried to disclose what they knew about Captain McRae and was silenced under SOIA/OSA. With PPBS, that kind of silencing becomes even more formalized and explicit. Because PPBS applies for life, retired MPs, CFNIS, or CFSIU personnel could face prosecution if they spoke about things they encountered in service — even decades later, even if the issue was criminal misconduct rather than true operational security.

✅ Bottom Line

Yes — members of the Military Police, CFNIS, and CFSIU can fall under PPBS if their duties involve access to Special Operational Information. Given how secrecy laws have historically been applied, there’s a very real risk that this could be used not just for protecting operations, but also for silencing disclosures of misconduct and abuse.

What does this mean?

Plain and simple, it means that moving forward the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence will never have to face questions from the public about how matters of child sexual abuse were handled on the bases in Canada.

It means that investigations of child sexual abuse on defence establishments will be hobbled right from the start.

It means that class action lawsuits such as mine will be fruitless endeavours as the members of the military police, the CFSIU, and the CFNIS would not be able to be called upon as witnesses, nor would they be allowed to share any information with the victim or the victim’s counsel without the explicit permission of the chain of command.

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What are my top ten favourite movies?

The computer asked me, so I must answer.

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In no particular order:

Legend
Labyrinth
Magnolia
Melancholia
Princess Bride
Midsommar
Donnie Darko
Hanna
Kick Ass
Leon: The Professional

570 days and counting

Well, it’s 570 until the Canadian Government legalizes Medical Assistance in Dying when the sole underlying condition is mental illness.

I’m really hoping that the government does not chicken out this time and fall victim to the hues and cries of the “concerned”. Who are the “concerned”? The “concerned” are those who feign concern but in reality don’t give a shit and instead judge everyone by their own life experience.

“Bobbie, you’re too smart to be crazy……”

Yep, I’ve had this told to me numerous times in one form or another.

“Bobbie, you should consider yourself lucky that you weren’t a child in a war zone.”

Yep, that one has been used by people who should have known better.

“Bobbie, at least your father didn’t abuse you…..”

Huh? Emotional, physical, and psychological abuse don’t count.

And then there’s the counsellors.

I’ve been to counselling over the years. The one most significant issue that has made counselling unsuccessful for me is that no one believes a single thing that I’ve said.

For counselling to have ever been viable, the counsellors I had seen would have had to have been familiar with how the military justice system worked and how the military in general dealt with male victims of sexual abuse.

I even went to meetings for sexually abused men here in Vancouver. Once you start talking about being sexually abused as a child on a military base and then having your mental health sacrificed by the decisions of others nobody believes it.

Advocates?

Nope, have never had an advocate.

“He told me a lot about his dad. He told me his dad was an asshole and didn’t know how to raise kids- he said that he was cruel and an alcoholic. Scott had a vasectomy early in his life because he never wanted to do to kids what his dad had done to him. He did however spend every day at the hospital with him as he died along with sue. I don’t think he forgave him exactly but he understood that growing up with his mom who helped raise you made him understand how cruelly he was raised. Your grandmother, he said, was awful and mean hearted. Scott had nothing positive to say about her except that residential school had broken her. “

Scott had a relationship with sue up until the last few years. She gave him money to purchase the condo- but when he sold it he didn’t pay her back. He felt he should have gotten more of his dad’s estate. “

Scott didn’t really have that type of relationship until near the end. And he sure didn’t have that opinion of Richard until after Richard died in 2017.

I don’t think that Scott ever realized that Richard was playing Scott as a pawn in his masterful chess game. A chess game that was designed to hide the fact that Richard had been a malevolent asshole. Sadly Scott didn’t see through Richard’s game until near the end.

When I went up to Edmonton in July of 2013 to see Scott he told me that until just recently he hadn’t spoken to Richard or Sue since back in 2008 when Richard and Sue wanted Scott to attended the funeral of a childhood friend who had committed suicide.

Scott explained that he didn’t want to go to Erick’s funeral as Erick blamed Scott for Erick getting arrested with stolen credit cards at West Edmonton Mall when Scott had supplied Erick with the stolen credit cards.

I had given Richard a written examination for federal court. Because of this Sue tracked Scott down to figure out what was going on. The relationship between Scott and I immediately went ice cold after Richard started communicating with Scott again. How dare I let the babysitter molest him. Why wasn’t I there to look after him and raise him as a kid. Why did I let him hang out with the wrong kids in Toronto? Why did I let him steal cars? How come I always tried to make grandma mad at him?

It wasn’t until after Richard’s death that Scott’s attacks on me became less and less. The attacks had actually stopped when the CFSIU investigation paperwork and the Courts Martial transcripts were finally released to me in 2020.

Scott for the most part never enjoyed the same relationship that I had with Richard and Sue. And I’m not just talk about Richard and Captain Totzke interfering with my mental health.

Richard pretty well disowned me in the days after CFB Namao.

And that is not an understatement. Money spent on me was wasted money.

Sue, being his girlfriend at the time and then his wife, followed his lead.

There was an observation in my social service records in which during a family counselling session Scott laments to our child case workers that “Sue promised not to hit us, but now she does”. I didn’t dare say anything against Sue as this would only result in Richard issuing another beating.

Prior to our move to Canadian Forces Base Downsview in Ontario in April of 1983 Scott and I were spending the weekend with our grandmother. Uncle Doug was in town and was staying at grandma’s place. I asked Uncle Doug why Sue was always so mean. He replied that Richard had told Sue that she was not going to have kids while Scott and I were under his roof.

So through my adolescence and teenage years there was no advocacy for me.

There was just anger directed towards me for letting the babysitter fuck my brother, for me having fucked with Richard’s military career, for me just ‘acting up’ for attention, for me not raising my brother correctly and letting him hang out with thugs.

Even in my adult years, there’s been nothing there. Nothing at all.

Family doctors are hard to obtain, especially in my younger days when couch hopping and moving from city to city was a thing. So I availed myself to walk-in clinics. Not a single one of them wanted to deal with my mental health issues.

I was working, I had stable employment, I wasn’t a drug user, I didn’t drink. Therefore I couldn’t be mentally ill.

“Have any of your family members voiced any concerns”?

I’m the black sheep in the family, no one in the family talks to me.

“Maybe you’ve got insomnia, we’ll try these SSRIs and see if they help you out.”

And the SSRIs did, while I was on them.

“Can’t over prescribe these as only depressed people need these and you’re just having trouble sleeping. If you were depressed your family would have voiced their concerns.”

And as I’ve said in previous posts, getting caught in a tug of war between my father, my military social worker on one side and my civilian child care workers on the other side has pretty well rendered any type of therapy well beyond my reach.

Not only that, but as I’ve said, it wasn’t that no one knew what had happened.

The Canadian Forces knew full well what happened.

My Canadian Forces Military Social Worker knew what happened.

The Canadian Forces Military Police knew what happened.

The base commander of Canadian Forces Base Namao knew what happened

The base security officer of Canadian Forces Base Namao knew what happened.

The Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit knew what happened.

The Canadian Forces Judge Advocate General knew what happened.

The Canadian Forces Courts Martial court knew what happened.

The Vice-Chief and the Chief of Staff knew what happened.

The Minister of National Defence knew what happened.

Lots of members of the Canadian Armed Forces, including my father, knew full well what had happened.

But they all wanted to keep their secrets.

And I’m just supposed to forget, move on, and stop being so dramatic.

I hope that I’m not building myself up for another grand disappointment.

I am so looking forward to receiving my approval to die via Medical Assistance in Dying.

And it’s only 570 days away from when I make my application.

**************…….

So, on a lark I prompted ChatGPT with:
“hey chat, can you write a song about the benefits of medical assistance in dying, but do it in the style of ****************?”

This is what ChatGPT responded with:

Sure, here’s a ************–inspired track about Medical Assistance in Dying (MAiD) — blending dark humor, hyper-pop shock, and existential beats into a lyrical exploration of autonomy and peace. Think of it as something ***** would scream while ****** whispers the end of life like it’s a rave invitation to the afterlife.

I’ve removed the name of the band and artists……

🎵 TRACK: “EXIT STRATEGY ” 🎵
(Style: *********** — aggressive electro-rap beat, horrorcore undertones.

[Intro: ******* whispering, childlike]
Shhh…
I got a secret plan…
A silver key in a doctor’s hand…
Lights go low, the pain goes bye,
Pop-pop — sleep now, **** don’t cry.

[Beat drops – ******* snarling]
Yo!
I’m not scared of the end — nah,
I’m scared of draggin’ it out, bruh!
When the light’s all gone from my eyes
Let me peace out, clean, dignified!

Tick-tick BOOM! I choose the time,
I’m not trapped in a slow decline.
You pray for a miracle, I plan my ride —
Clinical calm with that phenobarb glide.

[Chorus: *******& choir of ghostly kids]
✨
MAiD, MAiD — I ain’t afraid
Sick of the pain, now I press “play”
Body’s a cage, mind’s in a rage
Gimme my key to unlock the stage
✨
MAiD, MAiD — not suicide
Doctor by side, no need to hide
Last breath soft, no twitch, no fight
Exit with ****, into the night

[Verse 2: *******]
****-lord of the hospice suite,
Got my paperwork done, that VIP beat
Pill game strong, no wires, no drip
Just one final ride then a permanent trip

Yo, why we fear what’s natural, hey?
When the mind’s still here but the flesh decay
Don’t tell me “wait” with your holy book,
I’ve read that too — now gimme the hook!

Sick ain’t sin, and pain ain’t noble,
I’m not your martyr or your moral fable
I’m **** ’til the end, so play my jam,
Drop the propofol beat, let me scram!

[Bridge: ******* — autotuned, eerie]
Floatin’ in a dream now, clean like snow
No tubes, no screams, just let it go
White light strobe on a slow mo beat
I ride the bassline into relief

[Final Chorus – both screaming + whispering combo]
✨
MAiD, MAiD — let me fly
Life was wild, now I say goodbye
MAiD, MAiD — no regrets
Signed that form, now place your bets
✨
MAiD, MAiD — ****don’t stall
Exit fast through a sterile hall
No more fightin’, no more lies
Just peace in a beat and a doctor’s eyes

[Outro – ******* laughing softly]
Yoh…
Don’t mourn me, bru.
I ghosted out… like a ninja do.
Poof.

The curse of high functioning depression.

One of the things that drives me nuts the most is my high functioning depression.

When I discovered in the summer of 2011 that I had been diagnosed with major depression and severe anxiety and that Captain Totzke and my father had made numerous overtures to my civilian social workers while at the same time seeming to conspire against me receiving treatments of any kind, I was beyond furious.

Growing up with untreated mental illness wasn’t fun in the slightest.

I could never figure out why I never fit in. I was always the outsider. I was always that target of my father’s anger. I was always getting beat up by the other kids on base and the civilian kids that lived around the base.

Struggling with untreated major depression meant that I always liked to be alone by myself. And there’s nothing better than the desire to want to be left alone to bring out the accusations of “so you think you’re too good to hang with us”, or “you think that you’re better than us”, or “you’re just an asshole”.

But as time went by I learnt to hide and mask my issues. As I said, I wouldn’t learn the truth until 2011.

And this had major implications in my life.

I just learnt how to sleep almost all of the time and just accept it as “being lazy”.

I learnt how to avoid conflict at work so as not to get into situations that would trigger a breakdown or a crises. This was bad as it meant that I got walked over a lot and taken advantage of.

Because I loved solitude and being left alone, I was never seen as suitable management material.

The one truth in life is more unqualified people have been promoted to positions well beyond their capabilities due to their pleasant personality than qualified people who have been promoted that lack social graces and pleasantries.

“Running the World” by Jarvis Cocker had an opening verse that has always resonated with me.

“Well, did you hear, there’s a natural order
Those most deserving will end up with the most
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top
Well I say, “Shit floats””

Yeah, may not be a popular outlook in the corporate world, but when you’ve been gifted with untreatable depression you play with the cards that you were dealt.

As I’ve said, I’ve been able to somewhat mask my issues. But masked or not, they’re still an ever present pain in the ass to deal with.

Without my depression and my anxiety I could have been something. Anything other than what I currently am.

What I currently am is someone who can read books and manuals.

But doing what I currently do doesn’t fill me with any sense of satisfaction, pleasure, or pride.

It’s just something that I do for 7-1/2 hours per day to keep food on my plate.

And that’s it.

What would I sell?

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

I don’t know.

I don’t think that I could open up a shop.

I don’t know what I’d sell.

I don’t feel comfortable asking people for money, even if I am trading them goods for their money,

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

In this day and age I’d have to say that my smartphone is.

It contains all of my personal information, all of my banking information, and all of my medical information.

And they’re secured on the phone. I don’t use facial ID and I have encryption turned on.

It also has software installed on it so that I can view the major systems at work so that I can keep an eye on things.

And my music.

Music is a distraction for my brain. I can’t listen to music while I am trying to complete work that requires mental contemplation, but when I’m working with my hands on mechanical type work I need music to distract my brain from getting lost in thoughts and memories.