My brother is wealthy and lives in a giant house with a giant yard and 5 chlckens and a kitchen you could cook a meal for 40 people in. I live 9 miles away in a tiny one-bedroom, am on food stamps and live next to a blasting train horn. We both work equal hours, 7 days a week, but what I do does not pay what his job pays him. Sometimes I wish he would just throw me, I don’t know, 20 bucks or take me out to dinner, maybe, or at least ask me how it’s going, but he hasn’t done that once in 4 years. But I will be out of this town soon enough, and will again be 1000 or more miles from him and his family as I was 4 years ago before I came to this little town.