The last time you heard from me was September 6th. I’ve since turned 39 years old and watched the end of summer slip through my fingers. We’ve got new school routines; the heavy gears of life churn on, waiting for no man. On July 14th I wrote: Over the past fourteen weeks, I’ve tried to find a new path. I’ve been machete bushwhacking my way through thick brush looking for a little daylight.
Congrats on the new client. The Braintree muni on a Wednesday afternoon gave me a solid chuckle
Your a good man. Love u ♥️