Last Sunday was Easter. A lot of you went to church and looked either ridiculous or outlandishly attractive for people celebrating our favorite nigga's return from the grave. I had something even more interesting on the schedule. I was going to see a family member that recently got out of jail that had been there his entire adult life.
I'll spare you the family drama but a little back story: Said family member is about my age and a man. End back story.
Now, as these things tend to be awkward, it totally wasn't. Everyone enjoyed it and some rather interesting shit happened.
Fam and I began to chat because, like our lord, I tend to have conversations with niggas with questionable back stories. Now, I'm quite used to chatting it up with jail niggas even though they have some interesting theories about life so I was prepared for whatever. He asked me what I was doing with myself and I replied that I was a regular working ass negro, and he replied "Well you look happy." I thought about it for a second, and shit, this nigga might be right (score one for jail niggas).
All the rest of the night this was on my brain and I could not find the lie. I've been waking up early and exercising... going to work on time... gleefully playing with the kids... looking at the wife's booty like a hungry hyena... holy fuck, I might be happy.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this new information? I don't even like happy ass niggas. I seriously wonder if maybe I should change my regimen or outfits or some shit? How the hell does one make it from 1990s Ice Cube to 2010s Ice cube?
Seriously, how the fuck did I get here? After 36+ years on this earth did I finally figure the correct amount of fucks to give about various things. Because, make no mistake. I did not hit the lottery. Mariah Carey isn't my side chick, I still feel the need to be smarter about random shit, and there will always be housework and bills on bills on bills but, shit, for some crazy reason I feel like all of things are either being worked on or are in their appropriate realm of fantasy (eat a dick at Dick's Sports' changing rooms, clogged gutters).
Maybe it's that infectious baby that ALWAYS smiles when she sees me or that pay raise I just got. Maybe it's the home runs that Xbox live keeps hitting with the free game downloads. Surely it isn't the political climate, even though it is fun to watch half of white people be so mad at the other half of white people.
The shit is just weird, guys, but I hope it keeps going. Fuck, it's Monday, I just gave my wife my debit card, my back is doing something weird and you know what? I just want to watch LeBron James depress the city of Indianapolis again.
I know. It's an odd problem to have but I don't know what to do with a happy cogito. Maybe it means more blog posts or healthy eating. Maybe it will mean kharma's bitch ass will start paying back on dem loans it fucking owes me. All I know is that it worked today and the forecast for tomorrow looks nice as fuck.
I'll spare you the family drama but a little back story: Said family member is about my age and a man. End back story.
Now, as these things tend to be awkward, it totally wasn't. Everyone enjoyed it and some rather interesting shit happened.
Fam and I began to chat because, like our lord, I tend to have conversations with niggas with questionable back stories. Now, I'm quite used to chatting it up with jail niggas even though they have some interesting theories about life so I was prepared for whatever. He asked me what I was doing with myself and I replied that I was a regular working ass negro, and he replied "Well you look happy." I thought about it for a second, and shit, this nigga might be right (score one for jail niggas).
All the rest of the night this was on my brain and I could not find the lie. I've been waking up early and exercising... going to work on time... gleefully playing with the kids... looking at the wife's booty like a hungry hyena... holy fuck, I might be happy.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this new information? I don't even like happy ass niggas. I seriously wonder if maybe I should change my regimen or outfits or some shit? How the hell does one make it from 1990s Ice Cube to 2010s Ice cube?
Seriously, how the fuck did I get here? After 36+ years on this earth did I finally figure the correct amount of fucks to give about various things. Because, make no mistake. I did not hit the lottery. Mariah Carey isn't my side chick, I still feel the need to be smarter about random shit, and there will always be housework and bills on bills on bills but, shit, for some crazy reason I feel like all of things are either being worked on or are in their appropriate realm of fantasy (eat a dick at Dick's Sports' changing rooms, clogged gutters).
Maybe it's that infectious baby that ALWAYS smiles when she sees me or that pay raise I just got. Maybe it's the home runs that Xbox live keeps hitting with the free game downloads. Surely it isn't the political climate, even though it is fun to watch half of white people be so mad at the other half of white people.
The shit is just weird, guys, but I hope it keeps going. Fuck, it's Monday, I just gave my wife my debit card, my back is doing something weird and you know what? I just want to watch LeBron James depress the city of Indianapolis again.
I know. It's an odd problem to have but I don't know what to do with a happy cogito. Maybe it means more blog posts or healthy eating. Maybe it will mean kharma's bitch ass will start paying back on dem loans it fucking owes me. All I know is that it worked today and the forecast for tomorrow looks nice as fuck.
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