techo

so i ran from my house to ymca downtown, 2.7 miles, and worked out for 30 mins on weights, and then rode a stationary bike for 30 mins, and ran back home. I felt like a bad ass. I saw my friend Juan at the gym, and he was acting gayer than normal, kinda had a sparkle in his eye I could tell what he looked like as a child. He pissed me off, bringing up the ballerina, I cannot hear that girl's name without a circus going off in my stomach, fuck, it just happened. I obsessed the whole run home. It was like I wasn't even on Madison, but fighting imaginary men who want to destroy my ego. The ones I couldn't beat up, I pulled a gun on. Today I know I am completely insane. Is there medicine for this shit?

Doing H&I tonight at Parkwood in Olive Branch, im going to get hopped up on some coffee before hand and tell a bunch of lies. Hell yea, At this moment what is lacking?

Techo, or whatever it's supposed to be called is the best for working out.

What's up?

I make many references to a gal who got me good, and when she get's me it's fool's thoughts, but I dont care, cause she don't even know, im the only one who's showing anything and it's in my brain. A friend told me the other day im starting to sound black when I talk, and I was kinda of excited cause whenever I get to do my own thing, meaning when no one is guiding me I always go back to black culture for some reason. So if I sound black it means I know myself. I am Hard. Something inside cries rejection of what the world gives me, all the kids in my neighborhood turned into wiggers and I listened to punk rock and didn't take baths, not cause I really liked it, but it fit in perfectly with my reaction to poverty. Anyway, that shit is not really important, what is important is what I was talking about when my NA friend told me I sounded black, he was telling me how he was trying to get off lexapro, and his doctor told him to go from 20, to 10 mg's in one day!!! I was like, "nigga what, mane that dood don't know shit bout getting off some flour, mane mane, how many times he done a detox, stupid ass nigga, tell dat nigga you gunna start parchutting in 5's nigga at 3 week intervals." He was like, "but he's my doctor, and i trust him. Why are talking all black?"

I was talking like that cause he was acting stupid and that's how I talk to stupid people. "I trust my doctor." Does he trust you? Has he ever taken lexapro? Has he ever done a detox? Does he put his pants on one leg at a time? Some people make me sick with their stupidity.