The other day, I had to make a stop at a personal care home to do something work-related. While I was waiting, who do I see walking through the hallway? Why, it's sister K! WTF is she doing there? She's not even dressed in Kingdom attire! Instead, she's dressed in a night gown pushing a walker. She must live there now. Armageddon is sure taking it's sweet-ass time getting here. I wonder if anyone drops off the magazines for her.
Things have sure changed since I got out 14 years ago. Everyone got old in this system of things.