Talking About a Revolution

This has been my all time favorite song now for as long as I can remember.  I guess I always related to the lyrics even when I was younger, had a great paying job, and drove a fine car but alas those days are long gone.  Maybe it was a premonition, no one especially me, could have known when it came out that I would wind up being a single mom of three children.  I could never have known that my husband would turn out to be a loser and an abuser, that I would wind up dirt poor in the end, trying to scrap together another meal at the end of another long and hopeless day.

Nobody could have known, especially me with all my talent and opportunities that I would wind up living back home with my parents just so I wouldn't have to give up my children to strangers at the day care center and God knows they were the last people I wanted to co-habitate again with after all wasn't one childhood with them enough?

You could say I was a rebel growing up.  I didn't like authority then and I still don't but I wound up making great money in the casino business for many years.  All those tips just pouring in every night, a Macy's credit card, my own place with a top of the line stereo to listen to songs like these on.  I drove a brand new white Miata, but something happened.

 First, the government came in and started taxing all those tips.  They actually just counted a few tip boxes for a few days and called that the average, so even if you didn't make that much you got taxed for it, great if you made more, not if you didn't.  Pretty soon, it just got too uneven so the casino adopted a split all tips policy.  So much for working for yourself and keeping your own profits, now even if you were funny, talked a lot, and provided great customer service you would be splitting your tips with Joe at the next table who had just learned how to deal, made numerous mistakes, and couldn't carry on a conversation with his patrons even if he wanted to which he didn't.  He knew effort or no effort he'd be bringing home the same paycheck as you which interestingly enough was always roughly the same, and of course every cent was taxed.

Well, that was just the beginning of the end.