Apathy? NOT!
Things were busy as hell after Monday. Missed the Wednesday slot at The Baobab, but there were a lot of other things that required attention. Had both triumphs and defeats. The former included landing the backing of an investor for the publishing project and the release to print for two new booklets (gotta start somewhere). The latter included a not making it to my daughter's graduation and a shot to the grill that had me metaphorically picking up teeth from the vocational side.All things happen for a reason. But I don't like taking cheap shots to the jaw either, so I pick myself up slowly, even more pissed that when I wrote the last post. But instead of wrath's heat, I feel rage's coldness.
In the word's of Wesley Snipes in Blade: "Some muthafuckas always tryin' to ice skate uphill."
Yep. Got me that time FUCKERS! Now let me see if you can handly my shot.
Oh yeah. JD say's he's got some more of that Dragon Tale shit. Ya, ya, ya. Tomorrow. Today, if mom was here, she'd be 71 years old. She's not here, though. So maybe that can help you see why, right now at least, it's hard to give a fuck about anything else.
Hotep.