I drove west down Powell Blvd after my a shift volunteering at a faith-based food pantry. There I interacted with several friendly homeless people and learned something of their food pantry preferences. One of them had a cute elderly mutt who rode shotgun in a baby stroller with various pantry items.
Citizenship in the Dystopia
Citizenship in the Dystopia
Citizenship in the Dystopia
I drove west down Powell Blvd after my a shift volunteering at a faith-based food pantry. There I interacted with several friendly homeless people and learned something of their food pantry preferences. One of them had a cute elderly mutt who rode shotgun in a baby stroller with various pantry items.