Caution: Not actively trying to be funny in this post. Talking about healing old wounds, about giving ourselves grace above all.
Ice-T (my good buddy) shows up again for a guest appearance and raps about the bear market. You know, keeping it trill. Also, an exploration of cigarette smoking and pretending to wash your hands.
I had a chance recently to see the last Harry Potter movie and was reminded of how correct I was in 2002 when I first thought that Hermione Granger would wind up hot one day. And that got me to thinking about parenting in general. Not sure how but it did.
I made the bed tonight and it took me almost three hours and I still did it wrong. So it got me to thinking about what a big lad like me was made for. And I realized it has everything to do with killing, drinking and screwing…and nothing to do with making the bed.
Riding bikes when you aren’t headed somewhere in particular is stupid. But doing so when it makes your cojones hurt is even more stupid. I explore this theme and, while I’m at it, give a modern treatment to the classic love song “The Rose.”
I went for a bike ride today on purpose and saw a scary-ass ice cream truck. And it got me to thinkin. Plus, hey: why did the Beatles never do rap?