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It’s early Saturday morning and all is well. It’s cool outside and the sun is just waking up. I like it when I beat the sun up. The morning darkness is different from that of the night. I get up and get an additional blanket for my bed. I like when the covers feel heavy and the sheets are cool. It reminds me of the old school grandmother quilts. The weight encourages you to lay back down. It’s a clubhouse of covers for a grown kid in pj’s. Don’t hate. I don’t have business that needs attending so there is no clock to abide by. I hear the furnace run for a moment and click off in addition to the ringing in my ears. I have arrived. What’s that? I plane flying over head. Peaceful town. Population? One.

The room is eerily quiet and I am awaiting a profound thought. Here it comes. I’m thinking delicious pancakes, syrup and sausage links. Nothing else comes to mind. What? Omg, have I finally emptied the coffers of my thought bank? Have I made so many withdrawals that there is no balance left in my mind’s banking account? An empty closet filled with empty swinging hangers? Have I ultimately depleted my arsenal of witty rhetoric and thought provoking prose? Has satire and metaphor resigned from this mental occupation without a two week notice? I need to know!! Has the ability to use words to painstakingly paint both colorful and magical wall murals on the minds of readers gone? Is the cubicle emptied out? Nothing left but a few broken pencils, an orange pushpin, a marked up 2023 desk calendar and a stapler left lying on its side? God forbid.

How will I proceed? How will I make it? I seek for inspiration. It’s either surf the Net, get out of bed, go back to sleep or go discover something that sparks my imagination. Lest I join this crazy world’s controlled conversation of Katt Williams and P-Ditty, I’d rather blaze my own trail and see what God has in store for me. I’d rather rummage through the forest of life and thrift shop in my mind’s memory. All thrift shops smell the same and you itch when you leave with a bargain.

I have discovered that, I alone am responsible for my smiles and cries!!! Control my smiles and minimize my cries!! Like a great three point shot, you leave your arm up in the air and shout, Ballin!!!!! I feel like I just said something. Let me shoot again and back pedal down the court of today!!!

Here goes!! I have discovered in this life, that I am responsible for my laughs and cries!!! CONTROL MY SMILES AND MINIMIZE MY CRIES!!! All net!!! SWISH!!

(If by chance this hasn’t impressed you at all, blame it on the fact that he hasn’t taken his meds yet. As soon as we can get him back into his straight jacket and padded room, everything will return back to normal.) I do want you to mole this over though. If you resolve that he is looney, you have been riding along with him on this two seated golf cart the whole time right?

I LOVE YOU and we all we got!! Let’s stick together!!

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