Well, it's the last day of June. This honestly stuns me, memories of the last few months are like the Jaggies in front of my eyes, they come and go in the hot air.
It's truly become a quest for my survival as a man. Thanks to my grand-daughter Shelby, and my family and friends, I may just make it.
I'm surrounded by the stuff that matters to me. My tables and chairs, my big TV with a sound system that needs hooking up, and my grandfathers hammers.
Somehow I've managed to keep hold of the few items in my life that still have value to me. They really probably don't mean anything to anybody, but they represent my past and my family, and without that, I am nothing.