I suppose an apology is in order. In fact, many apologies are in order. When one breaks a promise, sometimes so many folks are harmed you really do not know where to begin. However, I suppose I shall begin at the place where are apologies should begin: Admission and confession.
About three months ago I was forced out onto the street. Yup. You heard me right. Yours truly was homeless.
On April 10th a fire was started that completely swept my life into total disarray. A catastrophic fire, which destroyed my home and was started through no fault of my own, became my master, and the next thing you know I was bouncing from couch to couch, hotel to hotel. What money I had evaporated faster than a ticks fart in a strong headwind. A link to the post can be found here: My Private 9-11.
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