My Low End Theory

. Happy Turkey Day, b!tches.

It's late...well technically it's early in the morning, but really it's just very late at night. But anyways, i got home around 4am or so only to look out the window 2 seconds ago and see that appears to have started snowing immediately after i walked in the crib. What The FuQ?! So my first thank you will be for getting home safely on fumes because the gas station that I thought was open was not. On top of that, I'm whipping around the Mazda because the big boy toy is sick. And as much as I enjoy the added oomph when I put the pedal to the medal, it is always troubling when I park and my elbow is damn near touching the sidewalk. Plus, since it's been noted that I have big, ashy a$$ hands, you'd think I should be able to steer that low-riding summama b!tch a bit better, but alas...I never really was a sedan guy anyways. But that new Maxima and the hybrid Accord are dope as fuq, dontcha think?

I'm also thankful that I not sychronized homothugging it like Mr. Jackson in the above picture. His corball meter keeps growing by the day. While in the tri-state area over the weekend, I had the chance to hear several interview snippets of him running his jibs about this and that. Now, you would think that some folks would leave well enough alone and simply shut the fuq up after a while. Keep digging that ditch, n!gga. I'm sure more than a couple of BLACK MEN are waiting in the shadows ready to clap your a$$ just on the strength of the redemption. I bet a coupla n!ggas got their scopes on lock as well. But I digress, I don't do well thinking about violent shT.

I've got a few more thanks, but seeing that picture put the icing on the cake for me. I'm just glad I keeps it real.

I'm thankful for my family and friends.
Honored to be schooled in the ways of the world by those whose shoulders it is a privilege to rest upon.

Thankful for the gift of life and sense.
Content with the strides I've made thus far in trying to lead a life of quasi-righteousness.

Thankful for the ability to think criticaly and walk to the drum of my own beat.
Hopeful for the promise of a new tomorrow and the bloom of a new day.

Thankful for arising to yet another morning...ahem...late morning/midday/noon
Grateful for the opportunity to share my hopes, dreams, talents, gifts, vision, and insight with the world.

Thankful for the midget who wistfully (sans the occasional grunting & whining) has inspired me to far greater heights than I ever previously imagined
Appreciative to those who have shared their hopes and dreams with me and let me peer into the windows of their worlds

Thankful for the chance to intake this air and impact the world in some eventually meaningful way
Blessed to keep it moving day by day

Thankful to you for read my words, thoughts, nonverbal emotions, and uncommitted rantings on life, music, love, hate, parenting and all that spans the clouded space that comprises my life. Word.