Hungry, and lean, at least one time in my life.

Because of my own stupidity. Single, a week before payday, no money, I had an open bag of stale chips at the bottom and I used mayonnaise as a dip. No cigarettes. I squeezed out the tobacco from stubs in an ashtray and rolled it on a toilet paper. Could not do more than the first puff.

I don't really understand why, but I have memories not getting enough to eat and my stomach growling before school lunch. Don't know if it was something I did to cause it like not eating enough dinner or breakfast. Possibly my parents didn't monitor my eating since I was the youngest of 4 and they were about done parenting when I came along.

My parents divorced right about when I graduated high school and they shared minimal college expenses. The one semester I lived in the dorm, no food was served on Sunday except breakfast. I was first in line for breakfast on Monday morning.

After high school I was on my own working rough in house construction. I lived at a friend's house for a while (I'm mourning his loss, he passed 1/27/19) then to an apartment with another friend. Had a problem with my car and quit going to work. I came to appreciate food after that.