I wrote this to Ken.
"I'm glad you found happiness. Tears and red face, laughter. I hope you'll stay happy. But I didn't like being manic, anywhere nearly as much as I like being 'sane'."
There's this homeless, drug addicted 25 year old kid, by the name of Thomas, who mentioned he wanted to do laundry. I didn't think to take it home with me to do it myself and have him come pick it up later.
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