Last week this time I thought I’d never get home again and I’d was so homesick. Today I find myself scrubbing bird poop and sweeping up the ripped papers from Abdul and I think to myself, “Living the dream”.
Last week this time I thought I’d never get home again and I’d was so homesick. Today I find myself scrubbing bird poop and sweeping up the ripped papers from Abdul and I think to myself, “Living the dream”.