I had this math teacher (Mr. B) when I was Soph in High school. Dude was kind of an asshole, especially to athletes (which I was). I think maybe because he was a pretty big dude and used to be an athlete himself, but that’s not the point. Point was he didn’t like me. Well me and my girlfriend at the time were in his class as well as one of my best buds, so I basically fucked off the whole time. First semester I stayed on top of things and got like a B-. So second semester I fucked around even more. Mr B told us all semester that our final grade would basically be based on this one big final test. So wasn’t much homework or anything. Anyway, I absolutely bombed the final and got an F in the class. My Dad was absolutely pissed and I got grounded for like the whole summer. Which sucks when you are 16. I was pissed off at Mr. B for like 10 years because I felt he targeted me for whatever reason. Clash of personality or whatever. In all honesty, the dude just doesn’t like me. I saw him a few years and he still acted like he wanted to kick my ass. Mr B. just does not like my vibe. But that isn’t the point. This story has nothing to do with Mr. B. This story is about a time in my life I fucked around and found out.

My man Zuck just out here in the struggle like all of us.

It is possible to compete in one competition, while being the prize in another.

While I live I vow to be alive.

Got back on Twitter. Basically because it is kind of a world newspaper. Don't plan to post anything meaningful. Merely a newspaper subscriber. If you want to find Me it will be on #nostr.

Love my Broncos but I’ll be side rooting for the Lions this year.

The biggest events in any life are birth, followed closely by death. Why fear either?

If you feel an injustice has been done to you with the circumstances you were born into, work hard so your kids or grandkids can rise. Teach them the same. That’s progress.