Folks, In My Previous Life, I Was Howard Hughes

Stayed a bit the same, doncha think? God works in mysterious ways. I’ve learned lessons, but I’m still made with the same grit, handmade with care.

P.S. I’m poor, so don’t even ask.

OCD-schmo-cd. I had it. I sucked. But, you know what? I took a walk and listened to music. Enjoyed the Sun and walking down the lovely streets of my neighborhood. Then it was gone.

Howard Hughes, 1957

Author: Jennifer Lawson

Philosopher. That is all.

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