“Did you take my fish oil I bought from Costco. Omega 3. It’s good for you.” This sounds like something my mother has said to me.

Years ago a friend and I got mugged. That really sucked. Normally I carry a big fat mother of a wallet with every damn rewards card in existence but because of that “awesome” experience of a gun being pointed to my head, I dont take it with me everywhere. Every morning when I go out… Continue reading →