Jobs are spotty, working a few weeks at a time here and there in a breakfast house kitchen. You see, after all these years of frying his brains, he has, in fact, become disabled. His hands shake, he suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, agoraphobia, liver disease. He lives in a dark hole. All that matters is today.
Tomorrow is a long way off.
How and when Wobegon got started is a moot issue. Suffice it to say that substance dependency has evolved into his life support system, his everything. Although he's sired two beautiful kids, they'll live in a children's home until they finish high school. He lost a couple wives to divorce and lives in any flophouse he can find for a week's rent, maybe a month. He hasn't had a place to call home for 15 years.