On my run this morning I sweated and panted more than a dog on a leash. I ran and ran to run off last night’s celebration of signing an offer letter for a new job. The bum’s on the corner glared at me as they laid out the contents of their home. She, with a tooth or two missing, and he, with a stench that would keep the plague away, were making breakfast - it was then i realized these homeless people had more food on the corner than i’ve ever had at my house.

Riddle me that one.

And no, I’m not leaving Houston, new job is in H-town. Sorry guys, Vegas can’t handle me.