A Somali Man Gave a Hand

A day of football almost missed, but I arrive soon enough for my first kiss. I know not what that means, but maybe, Jerrod, it is right up your alley. I feel the storm clouds holding me down and in and I see very little that I wish to be. I have a man coming through who is a lot like you. Depression, created by the Dalai Lama, is about to manifest in his system and I just keep him behind my eyes to stay in the moment and not paralyze. It is difficult work, but my experience creates safety. I have FUNCTIONED through years of that haze, thus it was a victory. He and I spar with some African Americans in the bar. We stay telepathy, THEY do not. This man's SLAVERY is now apparent and will create bravery from the moment he chooses to create until Kingdom Come. A free cab ride was a surprise in the night. Little steps to break the blight. Today I am feeling alright. Let's just play football tonight.