Coming out of the psych ward last summer was finding the glimpse of light, the way out of the rabbit hole. This summer I climbed my way out.
Last summer around this time I was fresh out of the psych ward. Everything seemed more realistic. Including coming home to my brother's wonderful flea infestation...my now distanced junkie buddy, brother, a black dude we know, and myself tore the carpet out. Ditched the furniture, sprayed down the house. Let's just say he no longer has a flea problem. On the contrary, I still only focused on helping others and no occupation.
This summer I'm living in my own home.Three days a week I babysit two adorable toddler girls. My hooping skills have improved, and I had an offer for three gigs. In the above picture you'll see the amazing friend I met this summer. Currently training her to hoop dance. A man as crazy as myself in different ways came into my life, stole my heart, and brought me to reality.