I thought about writing to you all night! Today is Wednesday, April, the sixth. Like any other Wednesday, I am scheduled to hit the gym this morning. I may have double-booked myself also having rock climbing scheduled for tonight as well.
More importantly, I must have pulled a muscle in my abdomen, or something this past Saturday. It’s grueling. Taking a deep breath even hurts. “If it’s not one thing it’s another, huh!?”
No slack. I cut myself no slack. I keep pushing. I am eating cold cereal and a banana right now. My first sip of coffee, coming soon. T-2 hours until my ride gets here. Focus!
I was laughing because my dad used to call me T.S too. He said it stood for “Two Stomachs,” referring to how quickly I can devour good tasting cake, nacho’s or anything sprinkled with a bit of GPS protein. I let that go. Get out of here!
Creativity…
Once that happens. My nightmares become realities and memories that I understand as real life and recall to write duty.
I kick her in her booty. I say, Trudy, I need ya like a whole hole in the head. I murda those close to me because that’s all I seem to see. I hear bullshit and blame the fame on the name. I train 28 hours a day. I pay for oil filling the whole town’s pen. I fend for em, he squatted like mr. lake. My mistake, I pushed through my legs. I raked it in like I grow a garden, hands free.
