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My name’s Dean. I’m 38. I live in Luton, in Bury Park. If you know the area, you’ll get what I mean. Small terraced houses, takeaways on every corner, noise even late at night, old vans parked everywhere, and this constant feeling like everyone’s just trying to make it to next week. I work as a delivery driver for an Amazon subcontractor. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I slept properly. My mornings don’t start with coffee anymore — they start with checking my bank app. For the past few months I’ve been living with one thought in my head: please don’t let the van break down. I’ve got an old 2012 Ford Transit. The engine sounds rough, something’s always rattling, and the check engine light’s been on so long I stopped caring. But if the van stops — I stop. No van, no work. I do 10–12 hour shifts. Rain, cold, parcels, traffic, angry customers. On paper it looks alright. Around £700–800 a week. Sounds decent until the bills start eating through it. Diesel — around £350–400 a month. Van insurance — nearly £180. Phone bill — £45. Food — at least £250, and that’s without takeaways or pubs. Room and bills at my brother’s place — £500. Child payments — £220. Route charges and work apps — another £70–80. Parking fines — sometimes £60, sometimes £100, depending how bad the week’s been. Amazon Prime — £9 because it was the only thing I watched late at night. Sky Sports through NOW — another £20, just so I could watch football sometimes and switch my brain off for a bit. And then there’s always some other random expense draining whatever’s left. Most weeks I’d end up with less than £100 until payday. I used to have a normal life. Wife. Son. Holidays in Cornwall. Plans. Now I live with my brother in a tiny terraced house and see my lad once every two weeks. And the worst part wasn’t even being broke. It was feeling like I’d become one of those blokes people feel sorry for. After shifts I’d sit in the van for another 40 minutes sometimes, just staring ahe