Listening to some G.O.O.D. damn music this morning and typing like it is my motherf*@^ng job.
Its funny how men are conditioned to think that crying is not masculine when the opposite happens to be really the case. My boi Knowshon Moreno, my favorite football player not on the Browns, is an example of manly men who knowshon that some tears are ok.
Had me a good cry just this morning. And it wasn't because I was sad about any one particular thing. In fact, it was more of a melange of all of the hurt I have experienced in my life mixed with all of the joy and happiness I receive from all of the goodwill people have displayed over the years.
The booze and the 'dro and the pills only delay the inevitable. You clean yourself up and the feelings come rushing right back. A little time and experience helps one to realize that we experience these feelings for a reason...to evolve our character into something better, faster, stronger.
We are not robots. We are supposed to have ups and downs, and as human beings we will experience our share of failure from time to time. But even the dirty old stinkin' coal that I received for Christmas can with time and unimaginable pressure eventually turn into flossy diamonds.
Plus, once you've cried, you actually feel a lot better! And you move on.
Just a few things I am lookin' forward to....taking a Jeopardy quiz next week to see if I can't get on Trebek's nerves like white on rice and make some cash money. Publishing my second novel which is really quite close to being ready. I think it will be something I can look back on some day and be proud of. I enjoy reading it at the very least, and I think I can be pretty critical from time to time so it will receive my seal of approval.
Anyhow, better get back to it. Like I always say...deez books don't write dem'selves. One Love. Ach.
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