That's the thing, I have an awful work ethic. I genuinely would need years of therapy to be useful enough to go to college. I've lived in my car on and off partially by choice because I think my welding job is worse than homelessness. But maybe academic things are easier. I'm in class with a lot of intellectually disabled people. Community college creative writing is where their parents send them as a last ditch effort to prove their kid is capable, but they never really are. Reading their shit…