i decide to return home an make some coffee.
I'm down to two cups a day.
After less than twenty steps,
my treck back to the crib is complete.
It's always nice to be greeted by a familiar face..
This one happens to be smiling,
eyes closed, moving its head from side to side
while this is blaring out the radio..
He has been busy..
The room stinks of shit.
He's reading a newspaper.
The gossip section.
"Yo my dog, i'd like to throw an ounce of cum in Brooklyn Deckers face,
tell that n****r Andy Roddick to wipe that shit off with a tennis racket..Word"
He has a point.
I clock the flick he's looking at..
This displeases him greatly..
"LOOK AT THIS N****R PEEKIN'! FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
Before i leave i might as well offer him something to read..
"FUCK 'Ham an Rye', im'a finnish this Gotti Joint.."
He waves the wripped off cover of a mafia book in the air,
closes his eyes an continues dancing..
"If you posses this inner quality, a calmness of mind, a degree of stability within,
then even if you lack various external facilities that you would normally consider necessary
for happyness, it is still possible to live a happy and joyful life" - HH Dalai Lama