One Coin. Two Sides.

The bad news is that I’m still homeless. The good news is that I’m alive and kicking. I have air in my lungs and my thinking processes still work most of the time. That’s always a plus.

My body… well, that’s another story. I’m simply not as physically fit as I was at 18 or 19. I’m roughly 20 pounds under weight. And, that comes from having "…to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…" associated with being homeless.