no more sauce

The dark pathway of a new and fresh kick out of the park , to another bright day... is my name tattooed in a straight line of work when justice is served, fresh meat is delivered and I don't wanna tear it up, patience is a long mile from acting like a maniac due to no sauce on the side of my own will to treat thyself with a glass of tea. the mean mug is forever washed and my spirit is lost an insane trip, what's the cost? to live and be free,,, is the trip worth my life savings? hope to learn and grow more in the series of making new bread...