Do the thing

Long ass random, stream of consciousness stuff:

Write. Right. The words drag out in my mind. Write something, You are a creative why aren’t you doing more with your life? External self-talk internal self-talk. Did I wait too late? I hear the words come out of my mouth when I talk to other people. “It’s never too late.” but what if I waited too late?  What if I’m too lazy or ‘gasp!!!’ I have nothing to say.  Of course, I have things to say. I can string words together. I’ve been cultivating my vocabulary together since before I knew what the word vocabulary meant. I can string words together with the best of them. I’ll sidle up to the table with the best of them. Plunk down my letters like a big dog.  Shit, I’m on a tangent. There's my problem, focus, and creative sabotage. Creative sabotage is far more insidious than run of the mill sabotage. You use one creative endeavor to stop you from doing another creative endeavor and before you know it, all you have to show for it is spelling endeavour with a u and putting the r before the e in theatre.

And then there is the 6 million pound gorilla in the room.  The hulking monstrosity whispering ever so softly that it doesn’t matter what you do; Swim with the sharks off Antigua.(Aside: Are there sharks in Antigua? I should look that up) or if you sit on the couch and watch a formally fat guy eat a 30 lb hamburger while you sip a smoothie made of ass leaves(kale), disappointment and coconut water, that you’re still going to die. Maybe not today. Maybe 50 years from now, if you’re lucky or unlucky, depending on who you ask.

Alzheimers, there's some bullshit for you. Don’t tell me God ain’t got jokes.  Like really mean jokes. You live a life full to the brim with everything only to have it slip through holes bored in your brain by time and too much deodorant. Is being funky with a good memory better than never remembering the sunrise reflected in your lover's eyes.  I vote yes. More to come… Maybe, if I don’t get side tracked

How does racism taste.

Dear America,
We’re supposed to be a melting pot here. Melding all our spices and flavors together to become a more full bodied dish that all can enjoy but some of y’all are like those anal retentives who don’t want their food to touch. Sitting there worried about your peas touching your corn. Not even realizing that corn already has pea juice on it so you have already lost.