Saturday night's alright for abiding.

What a beautiful day to be working outside.  I unrolled a beta version of Trojan body condom called the Flaggit. It's snug at the heels and only takes 2 fingers to get it it off.  Had a hard time breathing, but piercing O2 porst on the nostrils and ur sure to catch one thing if it leaks...a bridal bouquet...

So I finally offloaded a cadres of miscellaneous art work to Acting Sargent Jason Chavez with APD tonight.  This is a very important and exciting moment for me because I am able to launch my career as a performance artist into a new and evolving realm.

Art should be given away.  It should be free for all to view and draw their own insight and introspection.   flooded Law Enforcement on a state and local level with cards, letters, personalized silkscreen tshirts, letters of commendation, continuous waves and thumbs up, and regular greetings of gratitude to a police officer idling at an intersection, or filing police reports in the glare of a metal Dunkin donuts patio umbrella.

The last location puzzles me.  Why would anyone want to sizzle an already sizzled apple fritter to render it undunkable in a dinky cup of frappadonut no whip slow foam roaming covid domed nipple shaped coffee?  You guys are very weird.  

I know, I know...'Shut ur donut holes, Chad, ur starting to make sense of all this'.

For those that are new to my blog posts, I want to share with you a very happy ending to a very common story that, for the most part, never ends for parents, relatives, and friends of missing loved ones.  With 750k people in this valley and a burgeoning number estimated at 11k homeless, it is easy to get lossed and go missing and unnoticed.  Helping APD and families reuniting is such gratifying work, and if you where to ask around the substations of APD, I'm pretty good at it.

So a few weeks ago I was walking downtown and I came across a wallet.  What are the chances that it would beling to a friend of mine that shared a bunk with me at a homeless shelter 3 years ago almost to the day?  That Aggie and I became friends immediately and would see each other at church or on the bus periodically.  What is truly awesome of God's love is that Everytime I saw Aggie, I would have something with me that he really needed.  Sometimes a hug, sometimes cash, an extra bike lock that I wouldn't normally carry, and now, his invaluable wallet.
So I set out to find him..was he at court? No cases pending.  At the motel 6 where his key card in his wallet told me where to call?  No.  He just checked out.  So how do I find Aggie?

Well Facebook had the answer.  I found his Mom, Carolyn that resides in Raton and I was able to make contact with her.

'I haven't heard from him in two weeks,' she said, 'and I'm worried about him.'

I put her at ease and gave her comfort that I would find him and I have the resources, a permanent place to live, and a job that I can provide in order for Aggie to get the crucial leg-up by the boot straps that few realize is so essential in a successful transition to a permanent solution.

There by the grace of God, go I.

Well, we found him last night.  Now Aggie is a big boy and he can take care of himself...but that empty feeling a parent goes through not nowing if their child is even alive, let ok, is wrenching.  Needless to say, It is such a blessing to have Aggie as my family when my family is very strange, estranged, and strangled in their own self-interest.

Welcome home Aggie.  You have a friend in me, indeed.

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