Let me start this by saying that I have a disability parking sticker from the government in recognition of my spinal injury. I got golden staff, MRSA for foreigners, and an epidural abscess thereby. A couple of harrowing months later I was back on the street, again hustling, but with privileged parking access.
Some time in an earlier life, I was patron of an intellectually disabled association.
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