I'm so used to the comedy world that a bunch of people chanting "U-S-A!" seems like a joke.
Here I am with my youngest brother a long time ago. I just found out that he is now homeless in Denver. He suffers from undiagnosed mental illness that prevents him from getting any sort of treatment or diagnosis that could possibly help him. I love him so much, and it breaks my heart to know he is somewhere out there in the city, alone, with his sweet goofy heart, without a phone to contact anyone. It's as if he ran away but as an adult so there's nothing anyone can do. We've involved the police a few times in the past and they always remind us, "It's not a crime to be mentally ill." I guess I'm just sharing this not just because I am so sad but because my brother, who has had so many opportunities in life, and who has a family support network to help him avoid exactly this situation is now homeless. He has had it better than so many but is still here. I think often people judge that the homeless 'deserve' their situation due to their decisions but I can tell you in my brother's case that is not true. He's mentally ill and you can't just magically force someone who is ill to seek treatment. So I guess now I just go about my life and maybe I'll run into him on the street one day, who knows.
Gonna have to sit Amelia down and tell her about The Hunger Games and Brave and Horizon: Zero Dawn and
I like that he left out a little dish for passers-by to toss change into. And yes, that's a dog bed.