Just today, FedEx said they delivered my two packages from eBay. I looked at the confirmation picture and it’s not even my house! Turns out, they delivered it two doors down to the wrong house. Fortunately, I have an honest neighbor and she brought them to me.

This isn’t the first time this has happened.

Or they’re making it themselves.

Yeah, more than likely. They just say “ole uncle Billy” is just “quirky/weird” with his spare bedroom filled with comic collectibles.

Half of my family has it, including me and my kid.

It’s genetic. Ask me how I know.

I’m an aging autistic, creeping towards my 50s. So, my ability and desire to mask is quickly fading, and my disabilities are getting more pronounced. My wife and I decided it would be best to apply for disability. I did this right before the worm-brained meth addict decided to go shindlers list.

I think I’m fucked.