Last week my oldest daughter wanted me to take her to House of Hope for food. Her car AC does not work, so I agreed. Last time I was down there they had a new food server that looked pretty good to me, so I might want to get to know her better. Not that many tattoos or piercings, but she was not there that day. OK, I know me and I thought about this woman on into the night. Most of their people were dopers who found Jesus in prison and they have a church right there at the food distribution. My mind works overtime when I ask myself if I want to be going to this church just to be with this woman. Then I am laying in bed after her and I have become a regular thing and I roll over and reach for her. She is not there. This is about the time I hear my car start up outside and I learn later that she has totaled it out while on a dope run. That's how my mind works today. Maybe I had best leave this place and their women alone.