Can’t Complain

I was walking around downtown Middletown a little while back, and passed a homeless guy with his foot in a brace. He said, “How’s it going?” I responded with my usual “Doin’ alright, how about yourself?” He said,

Can’t complain, it doesn’t do any good anyway. Woke up on the right side of the dirt. There’s no bars on the doors and windows. The hospital is a nice place to visit but you don’t want to live there.