Same place I have been for over a year. Trapped in my thoughts about my life and adventures I have experienced. Since my charming God daughter ran out of poems, I am on my own again. She had written hundreds of poem about her prison experience that I shared with you. I hope you enjoyed them. I loved reading them and sharing them with you. Now you just have me. I am not a poet and won’t try to show it. I could tell you numerous short stores if you want to hear them.