On my 4th apocalypse.
I'm not particularly smart, have no good natural talents, but have always, for better or worse, been a grafter. At one stage the bank and I owned, 2 houses, 2 apartments, and a shop. After the last financial crash, 1.5 divorces, and now the Covid shite, I now have just a shop leased out, but no debt, and live in rented accomodation. The shop rent would normally pay my residential rent, but he is closed and not paying rent. Any small entrepreneurial ambitions that I had, have gone due to an awareness of time running out, and mental fatigue. The taxi is going to be driven for as long as I am passed medically fit to do so. My best hope is to get certain current items on the agenda finalised, and hope for at least 5 years of calm, peaceful existence, before I become stardust once again.