Even my little friends don’t want to be bothered right now. So what am I supposed to do?
I’m trying not to get depressed with all of this, but I believe I’m there. I was trying to write a poem, but I couldn’t even get my mind to let go enough to think steadily.
I’m okay. Well, I will be ‘cause I know God has me; he always has and always will. I want you all to know that I feel I have let you down by not being there to sell my papers. You know me. I lived at the Bi-Rite (my spot). My person. I miss not getting there every day to see you. You know, I was shy. I didn’t know how to talk to anyone until some Belmont kids took me under their wings and told me about The Contributor.
I was so scared to go. Now I’m so glad I did. I’ve learned that we all stay at our own pace, some are just deeper than others. There’s always something going on in this life.