August is my birthday month. This year I got gold.
Gold in the form of a brindle boy named Knox.
Knox, you know, like, Fort Knox. The U.S. Bullion Depository housing billions in gold reserves.
on the verge....
An angel hovered around Knox. How else to explain surviving 8 months as a stray in Compton? Or being pulled on his last day on death row? And when he was forgotten about in boarding, his Donnie-angel appeared and got him safe, got him medical care after collapsing with arrhythmia. Hip-hop boy Knox needed a place to recover, a place for heart and spirit healing. So Knox is having a birthday in August too. A New Life.