Wow. Fifty years old and never been employed.
Probably not even as a newspaper boy or grocery carry-out boy.
It boogles my mind, trying to figure out what he did during that vast empty period in his life.
Ignoring very occasionally helping my Dad with his farm work, I had my first job at age 16, $1.25/hour doing field work for a seed company in the summer, 8 hours a day (90F-105F every afternoon, not quite picking lettuce in Yuma, but close, and I and other high-schoolers did it)). I'm sure many/most here (possibly excepting DU-Onlurkers,

) started several years earlier (I lived 6 miles from the nearest town, so having a paper route was not practical). Hoeing weeds and bagging safflower flowers (so they would
only self-pollinate) wasn't what I wanted to do as a career, but I never viewed that work as "beneath me". By age 20 I was attending college and working at my 4th job.
Next up will be demanding a raise to its SSDI check to help improve the lifestyle he has become accustomed to.
Yeppers, that was the foundation underlying the "Welfare Rights" movement of the 1970s, being entitled to leech off productive people rather than social programs being a safety net.