My father had just finished telling me how much stress he’s been having. He has two slipped discs in his spine, and the pain makes it difficult for him to pretty much do anything. He’s not been sleeping; he explains yet again the financial woes of being a single man living with a roommate, and a career as a struggling artist. This is the sweetest man I know; he’s a wise little sage in his own right, and an overall major stress case.
I grew up in East Los Angeles in a little suburb just outside the city limits, Rosemead. Full Article Here..