Breakfast. I’m not even joking. At 5:40PM. I’m also equally not jokinger.
Fucking allergies have been a nightmare this weekend. I just lay in bed and click my little mouse and do work. Why did that sound so sexual?
About
My name is Ron Workman. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... my thermos. My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
