Navigating the landscape of financial scarcity, my daily sustenance revolves around the humble ritual of budget ramen—a culinary anthem to economic adversity. In the confines of my weathered apartment, thoughts of unpaid bills loom large, prompting contemplation of a foray into the realm of Uber driving. The notion of steering my way through city streets emerges as a pragmatic lifeline, an attempt to alleviate the financial strain that casts its shadow.

The reliable yet worn station wagon parked outside becomes a potential instrument of economic survival. As the prospect of ride-sharing beckons, I grapple with the contrast between my original commitment to justice and the pressing need for financial stability. In this juncture, the humble vehicle carries not only the weight of practical necessity but also the dreams of overcoming the stark realities of financial hardship, illustrating the intricate balance of Loyabard's journey through the tumultuous terrain of modern life.

It's been several months since.....the incident at the school.........and I am finally past the court mandated suspension of both my legal license and any kind of probationary watch for sexual predators or things of the like. Honestly it has been a terrible experience and one that I don't think I deserved or that anyone should have to live through. I will be glad to practice legal matters again and have reconsidered my self imposed isolation. I think I will look into setting up a practice that specializes in metahuman affairs. I'll continue operating out of the southwest so I don't come into contact with the new york circles that I'm avoiding but it will help me start doing some good in the world on a larger scale I think. 

I'm going to go to the courthouse to get my license back now but I'm excited for this new start.