Let me tell a story with bad English. Jingle jangle way! It's the only best way i know how to..., with a picture. I ain't no good at expressing a trillion words in anything ledgable lol. I went from sitting on street seats with homeless, living in hostels, roaming to sleep anywhere i could find peace to lay my head, sleeping in the street, or away under a shelter from a dripping rainy night, a shed, under a tree, a car passengers seat to what i called a luxury than, i could afford a cheap but oldish van in good condition 'a Van'. Than buying this first peace of real estate. Many of my friends gave up on me or they went off doing there own things in life. That's ok but i wished they had have hung in there. I tried to convince every person i encountered, even stragers in the street, of a way that WE could change our lives but not one out of the dozens would do it. It forced me out there to survive. But i had the best time of my life. They we're right i had to do it myself. More video's to express my zillion here. Can anyone bring my little puppy dog back i lost her in Bundaberg. She's lovely white, with some black speckles, mainly white and tan and black around near the eyes. A minature fox terrier. (less info)