Ima waitin on the coffee pot...feelin a little hillbilly dis moanin nananana...ok his old goat needs his meds and coffee...i truly hope that no one is offended by what I write in my journals. I write what is in my heart sometimes...I truly wished humans treated each other better. Wish with all my heart and soul that I could work and earn a decent living... drive my old cars, have a home, a yard, and a riding mower...a small 12 foor alumium yahct would be nice, couple fishin rods large tackle box with lots of crap to loose in the weeds and rocks...maybe a fenced in back yard for my angel, oh I had all that sorry...being alone I don't have anyone to draw strength from...awe it's more like will... willpower to continue, lots harder to explain than it is to feel...Lots of things in life for me I can't put into words...I reckon some things are just best left unsaid...