It’s 3:30 in the morning and the rain has woke me. I can’t help, but hear it’s relentlessness, on my tin roof. It use to be louder, until I let an asshole stay here, for a while and he insulated over my bedroom, which had become his temporary bedroom. The sound of the rain brings joy to my heart. It promotes contemplation. It heals me. It washes the earth.
That guy was a pain in my ass.
When I was young, on a Saturday afternoon, in the middle of this neighborhood, looking to score, at the local tavern, The Island Bar, and found myself surrounded by police cars, I was shocked to be white.It was so obvious. They were there to break up a fight, I was really wishing I was a different color. They looked at me, cutting their eyes, saying, “what the hell are you doing here?”
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old. You grow old when you stop laughing.” George Bernard Shaw~ I’ve had a lot of work to do.~Responsabilities~They’ve given me a headache…~But it’s Friday~~And there’s a Luau~~Celebrating a Birthday~~So we partied~~with friends~~good friends~And it was Beautiful!