Happy Moan-day Everyone

Argh...today is a day of recouperation. At work, not feeling like being at work. But this weekends highlights include the Magic City Art Festival in Lynn Park. It was fantastic art all at prices I couldn't afford, go figure. But even better than that I've written my first poem for this year. I don't think I'll ever show it to anyone though. It was very personal, you know, but this just means that my comic verse is on its way. That's right people, you are going to be tortured with my twisted verse soon. So get ready. I will include other things for those of you who hate poetry and all that it stands for...or just hate my poetry. Umm, I fell deeper in crush this weekend too. That's another story that I wish I could share. Oh! but I do have a good story to share from last week, Friday to be exact.

My friend heard someone on the side of her house say in an a theatrical whisper, "Come on, come on." But she didn't think anything of it. As she was getting ready for work, someone knocked on the door. She opened it and found the neighborhood crackhead there before her. He told her immediately that he was going to need two bowls and some lunch. She noticed that the front lawn is cut. He turned and left, I guess so she could go get the materials together and prepare it for him. The audacity! Anyway, when he comes back she has three bowls for him and six dollars. She asks him whos paying him for the yard. He replies, "Me and your brother been talking, don't you worry about that. By the way, while I was cleaning out your shed I saw some snakes. I'm looking for your lime. It's gonna take two applications. Now worry cuz its gonna get all over the cars (the cars are in the front of the house, he's talking about putting the lime down in the backyard). Don't worry about the lime on the cars, because I wash and wax cars."

Man, my friend better watch out because he's probably gonna be living in the shed in a few days. She said he has tried to sell them baby clothes before. I gotta give it to him though, he's on the grind. He doesn't take his hustle lightly. Speaking of hustle, lemme get back to work.