The other day, I was coming from Santee and knew the freeways were jammed, so I decided to take the streets, and, in doing so, passed by some memory lanes.
You know, some people suggest to never visit your past, but I tell you what: I’ve found victory in it.
As I was going down a road in El Cajon, I drove by a storage place. My friend and her boyfriend used to live in one of the spaces. I remembered it well: it’s where we used drugs, bought drugs, etc. That was back in my dancing days.
This is where people may say, “That’s not you. You’re a new creation. Don’t even mention it!” I disagree. Continue reading
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