Many of you know I've been struggling with moving, with my landlady, with my psycho mother, with my depression, with lack of money. I've been (am) pretty low. However I have to give thanks to my outlaws. My outlaw mom drove to where I lived and made me follow her back to her home. She set up a room for Bugsy and me. She's been taking care of me and I'm slowly moving up the abyss. There's four of us, mom, her brother who had a stroke and can't live on his own anymore, dad who is very I'll (dying) and yours truly. In spite of the medical dramas I started to have fun again. I will forever be grateful to mom for rescuing me and helping me out as if I were one of her children. I'm so very fortunate