…way over town, that digs on me.

I really just felt like writing that.

I’m going to be back blogging again. Permanently. Probably daily.

This is two-fold.

1 Fold - I’m just bored a lot and I have a million and 4 things on my mind. Will it all be poignant?

Of course. It’s me bitches.

Will it all make sense?

Of course not. It’s me bitches.

2 Fold - I potentially have a very interesting proposition coming my way that will require me to start back writing constantly. So I need the practice. The kid is rusty as all hell. Hell, I don’t even feel like writing most of the time to tell the truth.

Truth. Justice. The American Way.

Wasn’t that Superman’s motto or something?

My motto? I may not get there with you…cuz you niggas are always late. And I hate late niggas.

Word. Life.

So in the immortal words of that cat who died saving the world by flying his jet into the lasers of destruction (as opposed to the eve of destruction which is a movie, an album title, a moniker, and perhaps an actual day though my guess is nobody will know that day cuz it would kind of ruin the surprise, right?) in the movie Independence Day…

…I’m baaaaaaaack.

Of course, his going back ended in his demise. Hopefully I don’t have that same problem. I don’t like my demise. I like my mise.

Stupidity has a home at JGT Enteprises.

So yes, writing for a purpose because I might be doing a lot more writing on a much larger forum. We’ll see how it shakes out, but I need practice anyway.

And you all need some entertainment, whoever you all may be.

Where ever you are. Man, I miss Terry Ellis.

Chuuch, bitches. Chuuch.

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