infinite natures, y'all.
y'know,
like when the 'hood bag gets opened up wide,
emptied inside out,
and the really-realness comes a-poppin' up from the dark side.
...hard.
that's the infinite nature of hard-hearted,
hard-headed, hard stylists, kids.
my point being that nature trumps nurture every time.
what you're made out of aces where you're at.
and sometimes determines where you're going, too.
where was i?
connecticut.
24 hours of roundhouse roundtrip punch-card punchouts.
grieving with grievous grievances, even.
yep.
that's the spirit.
in this case,
i'm talking about warrior spirit.
specifically HAMDEN warrior spirit.
just sayin', neighbors-
when the time comes for my family to keep it real?
it's time to duck and cover.
just out of curiosity,
when was the last time you duders heard the words
"F*ing 'ouchebag"
hollered out within the hollowed hallows
of a catholic church?
what about during a funeral mass?
really?
never?
never ever?
that's weird,
because i totally heard it loud, fresh, and hard,
echoing off the organ pipes earlier today.
that's real.
sometimes,
families have a dfficult time making amends, i guess.
especially under awful, inauspicious conditions.
obviously not romeo & juliet fans.
paying respects in ingots of ignominy.
when too many bareserker barbarian battle-beasts
get together in one spot,
under the strain of loss and sorrow,
with the added incendiary insolence of a b!tchbag batch
of weak-sauce whingeing waterbabies,
an avalanche of apocalyptic anguish gets going.
nobody wins.
except nature.
like i said, ninjas.
infinitely.
*
so that happened.
my brother-in-law missed it all,
what with being predisposed to being deceased.
he might've gotten off easy, i think.
my heart hurts for my sister in her hour of loss.
for everybody, really.
long nights.
hard times.
and an exhausted return to the woodsly goodness.
...
my kids get special extra hugs and kisses.
so does my wifey.
all this time i've been given?
i've got the big attitude of gratitude.
to eleven, at least;
never quiet, never soft.....
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