Monday
Writings on the Wall or a vision board (yes I read the Secret too many times). I stole the 2nd picture from the Sartorialist, it reminds me of the old New York (the one I grew up in). I used to love homeless people. Poppy (father) would get upset with me because I would always give my allowance to a homeless person on the street. You just wonder what their story is, how they got to the place where they are now, and develop so much compassion for a stranger in a matter of a second. I promise I won't write anything after this. I know a lot of folks try get all deep on their blogs, changing lives etc., I guess we all take life a bit too seriously sometimes.
