My house is not your drug den.
I had one of my cousins come over to help me paint I left him alone while I was at work. I come home to find my other cousin there being shady. The house reeked. My cousin tried to play it off as cigarettes and paint but I know what that smells like together. This was a different chemical smell. He leaves in the morning job unfinished. I count my fathers pain meds and much to my surprise (not) 60...
Oh the day :)
I really love my job sometimes. The people I meet show me another part of the world. What makes others happy may be foreign to others, but then again aren’t most things? The most important thing about Buddhism is oneness and that is achieved by not seeing differences. And after all the convos I had tonight I have seen no differences. We are all the same driving for something that makes us...