Contracted an ebola strain of the sars/swine flu, coughed from September 25th to November 12, 13...got some ‘closure’ from the love of my life, got a bess tackle on my half an ankle, coughed some more but then the rain started to fall and I was ready to go frolic.
I, ahm, used to walk home from school, or at least to the taxi stand when we moved east, buh yeah i used to walk home from school most days but especially on the days that it was pissing down.
While everyone else protected their waves and gelled weaves, I would be traipsin through ankle deep ring worm swimming holes for hours on end, because rain is de shit, even Noah’s close friend thought so.
Back then I used to be able to escape with the rain walking cuz by the time i reached the front door I’d have been dry.
Now not so much, though some days i ‘forget’ my umbrella on the way to work jus for the heck of it.
Nearly a decade and a half later I know my mother would probably still cut my arse cuz even though we had a full conversation for the first time in come months she would probably want me to not catch pneumonia on a morning frolic.
But it kinda nice to know that while i can fuck up a lot o’ things in a single bound, some things I can’t and there’s a lot that an early morning downpour can fix.
especially since i on vacation an don’t have to slog through the Suez Canal,
heh, heh, heh.
watch this space.
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lol.. if she want help cuttin your ass she could call me.... you on rubbish.. i likie tho...
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the minute i figure out how to digitize a cut ass i dey....
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