This year I made the responsible and conscious decision not to attend Coachella. God, I hope they live in that car… Is that awful? It is no secret that me likey the happy juice in moderation of course. When I walked outside I saw my new rescue family standing on the street with the cart full of merchandise and imagined they were headed to the freeway underpass and got the same familiar heart pang that got me into this whole mess. I pulled the homeless woman aside and explained to her that I too would be homeless if I had to pay for all of these goods. As soon as she stepped into the studio, I knew she was going to kill it and once we started chatting, I found out what a warm and caring person she is. However, what I want you to think about is… is that your voice and your genuine thoughts?
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