All around the city you see people every day who don’t have that, so I wanted to put it all back into perspective for my own sense of wholeness and to remind myself that I did have a lot to be thankful for regardless of my struggle. So I went to volunteer at a homeless shelter.
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My life as a volunteer.
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Happy Mother’s Day y’all.
My momma was gossip queen first and foremost and I was her favorite Chatty Cathy so she knew I would spill if I had any tea. Unfortunately I didn’t, but now y'all know where I get that from. My momma.
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My back hurts because I thought I was a porn star.
So we’re going on about day 9 of this pain in my lower back because last weekend I decided to go out and feel every oat I do not possess and I am too old for that type of foolishness.
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The angriest white man I know went all Softer Side of Sears and BAKED BANANA BREAD today and it is delicious and moist and I’m super impressed with its tastiness considering this is the kind of gym bro that doesn’t even season chicken breasts, bless his heart.
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Humming Whitney while I ramble about my sister.
I didn’t write a blog about it because I was in too much shock, but my older sister (and only sibling) passed away a little over a week ago.
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My Mom’s Funeral
I wanted to repost (and edit) the blogs I wrote the week after my mom died because I think it explains a lot about why I volunteer and why I want to be a dad and why I am the way I am in general. I added a few extra thoughts at the end about how I feel in the present, but it’s just a short addendum. If you already read this in 2012, close the page and go call your mom instead.
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Minimum wage jobs are **HARD**
We’ve assigned worth to jobs and we’ve also assigned jobs to people, so we’ve also assigned worth to people. We’ve told certain people that they belong behind the cash register at Wal-Mart or they belong over the fryer at McDonald’s and we’ve decided that those people don’t deserve a decent standard of living. The minimum wage fight isn’t really about whether or not you deserve more money for making a hamburger. It’s really about whether society’s failures and undesirables deserve as much money as everyone else.
