Run Home In Elementary, Sit Down In High School For Court TV. Then Place A Boot On My Car After A Lovely Time At A Extremely Nice Restaurant Here In Atlanta. Now I’m In Buckhead Praying…That’s All I Was Doing In Buckhead….Praying….They’ve call the police and the Concierge. Argument With My Daughter…My Mother Did Hair At A Salon On Simpson Rd. NOW A WIC STORE….I’m Not Sorry For Praying For Myself, Family Atlanta & Others With My Belt…Enjoy Because I Don’t Feel Good. AND I DON’T WANT ANYONES PROBLEMS EITHER. NSA
