I haven't had the moments since 2015 to reflect on what I've really been dealt in life. In the last ten weeks, I've been afforded some real privacy. I've taken the opportunity to focus on reading and understanding what I really grew up in, and then get some real education on how to deal with it. I am crushed that I was forced to leave my only baby in that environment. However, it's the mantra of putting on your own oxygen mask first. I have done that, and I am still resolute since starting my tiny endeavor to never falter in rescuing him.
To change the subject: As for the restaurant, we're looking at whitewashed aqua rough lumber horizontal slats on the wall with an epoxy floor. We're turning the building into an oasis of health in what used to be a bar and before that, a strip club. I'll say we may smudge the entire place with some sage beforehand, but I'm stoked about what we're about to bring to this fair city. It is a dream I never dreamt until now, and this time, for the first time my entire life, I dare believe in dreams. I know now I can depend on me, no matter what opposition I face. I can't wait for the little man to join me.
Until Next Time, Eat Raw Live Long.