Yesterday, when I went to buy a lotto ticket at a gas station food mart, I saw a homeless man that appears to be between late twenty and early thirty. He was holding a Mountain Dew and was drinking it little by little as if he was appreciating to have it. It made me sad, and it serves a reminder to me that even though I don't have the cards I want, it should never be a concern.
Hi there y'all, just wanted to let you know I still exist. Hope everyone's been alright lately.. Just been a little too busy at work myself.. + the fact that my mom had a stroke last month.. that sure doesn't help, does it?