That was me. Drifting like a fallen angel back to the hard ground I fluttered over, like a ghost, for two years. The real me, almost invisible to everyone.
I think we all have these moments. Some of us do something about it, the rest of us do nothing.
We hear and use the word “clique”; and we think we know what it means but really, we don’t. If we all really knew what a clique was, as Christians, we probably wouldn’t want to be part of them.
Just a guy from Redlands, California married to a thug wife, raising 5 ganstas, trying to make it through the struggle through writing. Full time Christian, Husband, Daddy, Engineer. Part time blogger, gamer, aspiring novelist.