Every day.. it is SURVIVAL. I call KC to check that she has some food. Yeah FOOD! Heck I don’t got no sexy girl friend. “Sexy” as in- let’s have something to eat. Gotta go back to the VA and have some stuff checked.. my arm is stiff and sore after I had it rebuilt, but it’s been 2 years. I take tabs of sulfur, that helps it.
KC has lupus, and her shoulder is messed up bad where here creepo- “boyfriend” slammed her into those french doors. This why we don’t let people in our crib in Northeast. She got beat up so many times I cannot even count. A patch of her hair won’t grow back where one of them creeps pulled it out.. it gets sore and all scabby.
I can’t sort out her problems, I got a lot of my own! BUT she can come over tonight and I will share this big old Pizza I got at the Aldis. It’s one o’ those Take N Bake jobs..and KC will like it.