Sunday, February 23, 2020

That awkward time in life when you are having  a hard time getting around, you know what's coming, and you are 400 miles from your crutches and walker....

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I've never been a professional artist. It's always been from my heart, not my pocketbook.

 That's not to say some folks in different countries didn't steal my shit. But I never made more than .39 cents. That won't even...