Fridge

By 30, Hubert Dowel ranked officially amongst of the oppressed of modern America. A court - what kind of court had no jury he wasn't sure, but here was one - calculated his income according to his peak wages - long gone now - and he neither felt inclined to, nor was encouraged to make any argument for his own welfare to be taken even slightly into consideration when state flunkeys set a crippling level of tax to the children they disbarred him from ever seeing again, for no reason ever given except, as his broken-backed attorney confided, his gender. The Hubster was left working a ten hour day six days a week and earning enough for supermarket food and second hand clothes. His people were long passed on. No rich sibling stepped in to help. So unable to face the prospect of the dark bar where the fools he eschewed in early life sat hopelessly drinking and congratulating themselves on their wretched lives, he'd gone into the Arts.......