Tis that time-o-year again, folks.

Yesiree, this ole knucklehead's at the rescue mission for my turkey and dressing on ole T-Day. You got to love the fine folks at the rescue mission, God bless 'em. Like usual they got telephones and laptops set up so us unfortuates can reach out and touch someone, oh I crack myself up. Well, I'd like to tell ya'all I'm doin' fine and everything's spiffy and just dandy, but I'd be a liar. And the Good Lord don't like a liar. I'm out on the mean streets again, just surviving. That's all I can do. I;m dealing with Hepatitis and sleeping in the cold ain't helpin' my old bones either. This may be my last message on here unless Lord Jesus sees it fitting to keep his humble servant on this ole rock-in-space fer another year. I'm tired, I'm not too happy with where I'm at in life but I don't blame no one but myself. Mom, Peggy, Ken and the kids, Vivian, Sweet Jill, I've wronged you all durring my trip down this dusty winding road we call life. I'm sorry, I seek your forgiveness. I'm meek and humble and a drunkard old bum who don't deserve no-ones dang forgiveness. Mom and Sweet Jill I hope the Good Lord's treatin' yer well in his ole house up in the sky. I hope I can make up for all my transgressions so I may enjoy the sweet Baby Jesus' bosom with ya. I'd like to say hi to Joe Sloss and the Puppet Guy and hope you and yours are doin' well, may the Good Lord keep yer safe on life's journey. And thanks to young Darren here, a kind hearted volunteer who took time out from spending this day with his kin and helped out us knuckleheads here at the rescue mission.
God Bless,
Tim