The Caucasian tried to knock me off my naturally decent and dignified feet today with his red assed paint job white car as I was trying to walk across. I obeyed the law by waiting for the time for me, the pedestrian, to cross. I can walk straight my readers, while his drunk ass can’t walk straight, can’t walk. He’ll be running around in the speed of shit menacing innocent people like me. May all the goodness in this world deliver me from evil. He doesn’t know what I know or know I will know yet, but he running around with all the luxury he got trying to knock me off my decent and dignified feet. Sickening thought.
I will debut longer form personal, experiential, and spiritual essays next year. I want to continue to do meaningful work. Help me conquer those who steal life, labor and liberty. Thank you.
When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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