Inspiration . . .
I used to keep a journal when I was younger. Most of it wasn’t anything I would ever want anyone to read. In fact, I had a deal with my best friends that should I die suddenly, they were to go to my house and destroy my journals immediately. I wouldn’t want my mom to find out bad things about me after I had died. I’d want her to think I was a little angel. They have all been removed from my parents house, and currently live in the attic of the house I own. Wow, I am a stinkin’ grown up.