So much gold paint and not a drop to drink. Reveling in the moment and at the same time grappling for the future.
When Sarah and I talked about her Mom dying there was a moment where we digressed into thoughts of those who could not afford a funeral, or were simply alone. What happened to those people?
#346 told me that in In Los Angeles these people are cremated and then stored in a box for four years. When those four years are up they are buried in a mass grave. Initially taken aback at how terrible this seems, I stop to think...what else are they supposed to do?
Especially giddy tonight I took to the the streets re-creating Rocky training montages.
I want to do this everyday of my life. Live the dream:
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