A few months ago, arriving in town and ready for beer and socialite action, I discovered my knack for isolating lead to abusing of alcohal or food. This path, a dangerous midnight alley, is not as appealling as once was.
I sought sollace in Night Owls, a group of loan wolfes uniting under a pack of sobriety.
I found kindness and compassion, friends and people ready, WILLING for change.
And I found him. Accidently. Lovely. Your my guy, Mr. Swanson. And yes, we need more gun regulation