Yeah well, switch the two pairs of Numbers and y’all got my Mom’s hospital room number. Sheesh. You are REALLY good.
Yeah so, the downtown location where I’d pickup my junk has a corner lot for Chakra and some sort of Zen center.
And so I’m praying if I ever do remember. Once again my presence is of no coincidence. This general area is infiltrated.
From the downtown to this hospital, there are some good ones. The SNF is okay except the lag time of processing Mom’s insistence.
The SNF has Mexicans with tattoos, the hospital has males with nails and makeup, the downtown with purple worshippers.
Well, I gotta go and feed with Dad and then pickup more junk worth a few hundreds but not thousands! Sheesh!