Tomorrow will begin the online journey of 100 days of gettin-shit-done-son.
I am going to embark on a personal account of what it takes to get things moving when you lack mobility but refuse to be considered one of disability.
It isn’t anything but the mind
and realizing nothing else matters.
Both of my legs are broken and my two dogs are the only true souls witnessing the struggle of changing gears of living a sober life in Las Vegas. Without a job, transportation, or a current status except handi-dependent in life, it has been difficult no to sleep the days away or spend binge…