The last few days my camp’s been infested – infested with cows with horns. Last night, at 2 am I woke up to a big ol’ bull (not big ‘old’) who had brushed against the RV with enough force to rock it (and wake me), then proceeded to do what big ol’ bulls do at 2 am (anything they want), eat the grass under my bedroom window.
Alms For The Poor
Like this? If I lived in India, I'd be called a sadhu—a wandering holy man who survives off alms from the community. Here in America I'm just a homeless man surviving off his dwindling savings. I'm happy to provide these posts freely, but if you liked what you read, please consider a gift of alms
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