“Keep walking. I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
“Eating here! Can’t a guy get a moment with his eggs?”
“Can’t you take a hint? I’m pretending to talk to a bush for goodness sakes.”
BE AWARE: I don’t talk to just anyone.
A Dose of Justice (…courtesy of my crazy mom)
Down Syndrome, like my hazel eyes and rowdy siblings, is just a small piece of my puzzle.
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 
That bush is lucky to be part of the inner circle…
It wanted to be the president of my fan club.
You are going to give your Mom a complex.
Shhhh. I think she already has one.
Justice, try talking to the mailbox. You never know, it might just talk back. Maybe even leave you junk mail and stuff you can sit back and read and everything.
Really? Thanks.