I went here, hungry and poverty stricken. They mad...

I went here, hungry and poverty stricken. They made feel obligated to participate in these embarassing social justice activities, volunteers would shuttle us on these field trips to see some weird, communist meetings. Young college kids would come up to me and say "it's time to write your article" and such. I was chewed out for acting interested in somebody, I guess disabled scum aren't allowed to date. A cafe member learned I was getting backpay from disability and stalked me outside of ezra, trying to get me to buy him drugs.
I got too big of a pantry take home portion and my caseworker, came bounding out to shame me and give it back as if I were stealing gold bars from Fort Knox
The desk guy, Willie was always have loud, obnoxious conversations with neighborhood losers.
I decided it was better to go without than attend this nightmare facility.