I'm coming out of my funk, guys

Every month is a bitch at the end, and I'm getting tired of it. Like I said, I didn't do this to get rich, but a pittance would be nice, enough to get by. I had everything when I was twenty, I gave it up to pursue something serious, and I actually turned up results, but still I can't get a pittance. Yeah, the resentment builds, I'm damn near forty-seven, I took Henry Miller as a model but he was forty-three when Tropic of Cancer hit. You people habitually treat your best citizens like garbage, I expected that but it drags on.