My friend Andy told me awhile back that fresh proper pressed fresh shirts reminded him of his mother. Andy was very special to his mom he’s unique like myself some have psychedelic sheep and his mom kept him close. She died young and this lead to Andy having to fend for himself, broken, grieving, no one tgere he took to the cooping skills and a full dance with the addiction devil. Back in his time people like us were either locked away or on the streets battling addiction. I’m here 35 years his junior & im living very well as best possible with my mental health.
He’s my best most open and accepting friend I’ve known. I’m fortunate in my generation birth ❤️