last night "hospitality" walked into our house. His name is Brandon. He is 26 years old and has been traveling for four and a half years. He has traveled to seven different countries and has no desire to stop traveling. He has an associate's degree in Science, he used to work at Ace Hardware. He has a brother that is 18 months older than him that he loves like crazy and would "definitely die for." He grew up in California and tries to get back there every few years. He carries a tattered letter in his wallet from a girl he met in Florida. She traveled with him to Arizona and decided to stay there. He had to be traveling on so she sent him away with this love letter. She loves her "traveling man." He loves the best and most random music you ever would hear. Deep morals and a high conscience drive him. Some of his best meals have been from dumpsters. He has incredible stories.
Last night I saw him dig half-smoked cigarettes from the "butt-tray" at church. He tried to light one and burned off the eyelashes on his left eye. Laughing, he gave up that attempt, brought out a cigarette paper, dumped the tobacco out of the remaining cigarettes and rolled a fresh one.
This afternoon, he ate steak.
Love it. Love you.
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