Well, back in the day, I would race gome from school on Fridays so I could start baking cookies for the homeless. I would usually bake up about ten dozen sugar, chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. After dropping my grandmother off at the church for her bingo game, I would head over to the West end of Cincinnati to pass out cookies to the homeless living under bridges. After that, I'd stop by the youth center where repeat juveniles met to discuss their anger issues as a part of their probation. I'd try to help them understand that only they could change the course of their lives. Some were convinced, others I knew would spend the majority of their lives behind bars. Once done here, it was back to the church to pick my grandmother up and take her home, then a quick stop at the grocery store for milk and I was home and in bed by about 11:00 PM.
And if you believe ANY of that poop, send me your address because I have some land to sell ya!