El Salvador.

Love saves.

Today was the most challenging writing day of my life. Ate some bad bread on Sunday, and my throat closed up an hour later. Same happened to my children, and my ex-wife, and everyone else that ate the bread.

This made last night hard. Up on the hour, with phlegm, and coughing. Really fucked me up to where I just wished to rest and stay in bed all day. I …

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