RIP GC

One of my favorite genius guys died yesterday. You made me laugh and think, George Carlin.

I loved your appropriate use of cuss words in your books and performances.

Wind girl wind by Hank Terlaje!

I've known Hank since he was like, seven. He and my brother Tyrone have been best friends since then.



Yay for you, Hank and Trade Roots!

Soundly falling to sleep

In 1986, I used to fall asleep with Poison's Talk Dirty to Me playing on my walkman.



Gawwwwwd.

'Night.

Not yet into the groove

Working, blows.

After 20 days of leave, I returned to work today.

Working, blows.

Brown chicken, brown cow!

I’ve been racking my brain on how I could poetically convey my experience visiting with my family in Florida and Virginia these past two weeks. I figure I might as well say it like it is.

I had a wonderful time. And I love everything about my family.

Thank you Dad, Mom, Gin, Can, Roney, Car, Rox, Khayleb, Emma, Zack, and Walter.

If you don't know my family and I, the following probably won't make sense to you. These had me laughing or smiling during the entire time.
1. Fuck you, Beast.
2. Help me.
3. I’m a fuckin’ executive.
4. Remember, man, children, and ladies; always work out so you can be like me—strong and tough.
5. Is Emma’s?
6. Do they got a royapostah dere?
7. A, b, c, d, e, f, g, J.
8. I want to chop off your arm and hit your face with it.
9. I have an echo in the back seat.
10. This is my Auntie Boo.
11. Kuya! Kuya! Kuya!
12. So what?! Did the grizzly get you? Did they tear down your camp? Did you use your gun? What?!
13. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.
14. Tra-la-laaaaaaa!
15. Brown chicken, brown cow!