I just want to record this feeling I have immediately after eating breakfast at the downstairs cafe. I ate half a piece of french toast, eggs with salsa and cheese atop an english muffin and potatoes.
Kinda gross. And heavy. A little nauseous. And a bit bad about myself.
Let's not do that again. Let's eat food that makes me feel awesome.
We're just a couple of crazy kids who decided to move down to LA on a whim and a prayer. We ended up in the ghetto of Long Beach. This is our story of gangsta adventures, love in dangerous places, and God's grace and provision.
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