Still happens. Family looks out for those in need when they need it. Like our friend offering to send money this way for a guy that got in trouble. A friend of mine sending me loot when I lost my job and on occasion made a phone call from across the country to stop someone from taxing me too much years ago.
I guess I don't have what one would call an "approachable demeanor." It doesn't help that I don't know where to go, to get out and about, can't afford to get out and about, and the boss lady doesn't want to go out. (I kinda' look like a cop, according to the few people I know, also.) I haven't been around the family since I followed back in 91/92. I've tried -- not scoring free, but not getting taxed when I had money.
Annie, when I have equipment to grow again, and seeds, I'll be able to get back to growing -- of course, it'll be rogue, cuz of the requirements to get your card here. (Last time, it was EASY, I had a local address passport. Now, without an in-state ID, it's impossible.) And, really? Core? If I didn't know you were stoned silly, I'd be insulted. I know I quit running, and need to get back on a solid work out program, but when you're sleeping 2-3 fitful hours a night, because that's all you can stand to lie down, it's the last of my worries.
I AM still off the Benadryl, though. And don't like drinking. (It's not a great idea to take a Deliriant and depressant when you're trying to counter brain trauma. See Annie? I DO listen!)
Worst decision I've made in a long time was agreeing to move back here. At least in Minnesota I had job options, knew people, and had a grow that I coulda' started up again.