Tacos in Port Richmond

>The sign in the window said something in spanish about selling photo ids, so I figured this was an authentic mexican joint. funny, they imagine the gringos can't read espanol, i guess if i moved to mexico city i could put up a sign in english advertising fake id, and noone would be the wiser. anyway, i dragged my son out to dinner, cause the apartment was totally freezing..we ran outta heating fuel. i put in 200 bucks on november 10th, and its now january 10 ish..so i though, okay, 100 per month, not so terrible. i called the fuel company and it turns out they have delivered 1200 dollars worth of fuel in december...or $750 per month. whoah..my rent is just 850...too wierd for words..the downstairs neighbor has moved out, so the landlord is losing money on this money pit..
money troubles abound this post christmas season, more than usual. december 10 i was given a pink slip, my last day of work was the day before christmas eve..i've been sending out resumes..but somethings wrong with it..they don't return my calls..maybe ishould leave off the part where I was a musician for 24 years..that's how i got my last job, by underreporting my life experience..anyhow..being financially off kilter makes me edgy..i've been depressed..can't wake up, cause i can't sleep, and wind up watching movies in the middle of the night...and don't wake my son, who goes to school late, and is pissed...well, my son and i had had an argument this morning, because he got pissed that i didn't pay his phone bill..and i told him to get a job, since i had been recently laid off. he's sixteen.. i got mad and started yelling..he said , wow, you're not much of an adult..no job and no self control..grrrr..anyhow..i gave my substitute teachers license to 3 schools and called a fourth, then went shopping in this mexican village in the middle of staten island. i guess the folks are mexican, or maybe guatamalan..or something..i don't ask, i don't tell..i was kind of astounded by the blossoming of a zillion mexican restaurants..so i guess they're not bulgarian...
i hope to get thru february..that's the tough month..i have a job in june, but spring is way off...meanwhile i can see my breath in the apartment...should I pay the electric, or pay the fuel...??? my stepmom is dead and gone, my fairy godmother who bailed me out after my aneurysm, after my fathers death, when i couldn't afford the dentist..and my tooth fell out...she is somewhere, i pray..and this one month is just a struggle to make me tough..i've struggled most of my life, so why should i complain? my struggles are miniscule compared to the rest of humanity..brazilians must forage for food in garbage dumps, pakistanis huddle under plastic tents in the hills in winter...sudanese are hacked to death by insane arabs..i am not completely able to go off to california or europe to record when i want to ..what's the big deal?