Where's David Part 1

As a lucky girl I am, my transportation time from home to work is 3 miles. In those exact regimen 3 miles that I take every day at the same time...I tend to see the same vehicles, homeless people and buses.
One day, my heart stopped. I was idling on Rampart and Sahara when he was standing there, sign in hand.
"Homeless... no drugs, no joke."
He was roughly 6 feet tall wearing blue vans that were torn on the sides. Skinny and full of humble energy. "How?" you ask how I can tell. I do not know. It’s one of those complacent feelings you get systematically. Alone, quiet and watching him, I noticed that he was smiling back. That day, day #1 in our saga of a short friendship endeavor- changed me for the rest of my life.
As the light turned green I quickly looked around to find nothing to give him. Water, food, change... I was out. I decided the next day I would bring him water.

What a bunch of Freaks

Campari.

The sin of ageless wonders on why anyone would drink such disgusting tasting spunk= results of a ravished man with bunny ears and a fat belly.

Tyler Ross

I have deleted this sentence four times now.

I have buffered 83% on why I started this blog, but then again... I don't really think too hard on why I do things.
I don't have a filter from the thoughts in my mind to the tongue in my head. I flail about because I have long arms and I am often asked if I played basketball.

My sister made me smell her armpits when I was little- I feel that I have now an OCD where I can constantly smell my shirts to make sure I smell alright. However, you'll rarely see me put on a shit-load of perfume to subdue my worries... kind of a self cause of you have to keep doing something.
I don't watch cable, never will... I don't watch movie previews, I like to take the ride without knowing what will happen next.

I started this blog from a new friend I met, Tyler Ross. Awesome name.