Well these are supposed to be my words. No stealing.

So when I say the Chali 2na line “Instant Vintage” it’s with some trepidation and thief-E burden.

But then I wipe it right off my shoulders and realize we’re all always using and either sinking or growing off each other’s words. 

Yeah, instant vintage–> that’s what I want to be. Thanks Chali. Bring the weight, I’m not going to sink.

I pushed an emergency easy% funny  button just now and it said back in a strong made voice

“You create your own reality.”

With a real emphasis on the You first part.

Well battery powered button, I should hope so.

I listen to music while I work.

Everything’s not perfect.

We are blessed.

We’ve been places. All of us have.

I wanted to edit what I said the other day in this place–>

It wasn’t that I made “peace with him” exactly.  That’s not quite right. Peace already there.  After all he had a hard head, but so can I. Beneath the layer though I believe for both of us you’d find a soft heart.  I didn’t the other day  and often don’t use the right words. What I really meant to say was “credit where it is due.” Credit.

It’s weird and kind of cruel and kind of cool with it.

These ladies of mine.

For a bald guy it’s amazing how much hair is in my life.  

Aiming the same way, but looking slightly different directions. 

I’m always feeling like 5 minutes late but am usually early.