I found him abandoned on the streets in a shitty part of Dallas where I was squatting in a rundown building. We were both broken and lost. We moved to Seattle a few months later together, but when I went to Rehab (Schick Shadel) my Ex took him to the shelter where he was adopted. Although we may never see each other again , our paths crossing On that dismal Dallas Day was a turning point for both of us. We are found , we know love and we are no longer existing , we are living.
Fuck he is the shit, and so photogenic . I hope I see you again one day my little guy.
