I love history. Whether it be real or fiction, it tells a compelling story, because it is what it is, or it is what it coul'dve been. Me and my roommate Brandon were just having a -to be accurate- "real talk". We're smoking and eating muchies and drinking a Monster Import at 3 in the morning, sharing our life stories...
So then came to mind that i dont ever want to forget my history. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad, the critical and least important. I will start
I used to blog daily on an old site and was a sort of internet celebrity of sorts. It was enjoyable. I'm not sure if this will show up in recent posts feed. Oh well.
Times are getting difficult again, as far as monetary stability goes. The business at my job not as bustling, resulting in a cut of hours. At the moment, I barely make rent. But I know someone up there is giving me a chance. After I became homeless, a lot of good things happened. Thank goodness I planned ahead and never
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