Iam all about shit and giggles. When your poor as I am at the age of 43 well its best to say fuck it! At the moment Iam concerned with, a better song coming out of the radio or does this shit get you high, than trying to swim out of a toilet when all you hear is flush. Its getting rough out here! So hell man I just want another drink and some old song to chase away these blues.
I tell you one thing, Iam serious when I say this, Iam glad I aint rich today. Not that Iam an ideal candidate for the communist party, but hell man from what I hear there is a new game from Milton and Bradly its called suicide. These days I sit and read, or pray. Its all I can do! Besides partying and having a good time. Mind over matter, yes I believe in that, because I can take a bottle of Early times and make it taste like Jack Daniels with ease.
When your poor or you have to kick back on the spending, well its strange when you learn how to spice things up. You wont believe how spices can take a group of can goods and turn it into a French dish, or how the love of life can turn a night of ordinary sex into a night of debauchery.
These days are bad, there is a time to pray, but hold on Rich man, think about it. You dont have to have 100k all the time poor boy! Roses grow wild you know! Its time again people, to hold at value words, music, friendship and wine. Its time to realize these hard days, has brought something back thats been needed, Soul! these days seem to be augmenting our taste for life.
May Yahweh bless you with joy and strength. I hope when its time to cuss and stomp you do it until you have become exhausted. I pray life is found in this fucked up world
