Simple Saturday

Maybe I picked up a Latino ball on St. Patty's Day and DID NOT go to The Parade or to any downtown (or other) business. My parents are now back from their trip to CO and AZ. My mom got me a Breckenridge cap. It is sweet. She took me to lunch and I chose Chinese. It is a nice peaceful setting. I woke up at 6:40 a.m. and felt like the bottom had fallen out on things. I felt like a radio station was being far more than inappropriate. This place will never be thought of as "Minnesota nice" again. Things are calm now. Marro switcheroo, I picked it up right away, but knew that this was a part of my journey to my God, The Line Deputy. It is his ability, not his religious affiliation. Maybe the Paris bomber just turned himself in. It was a good idea. Remote Interpol is on it. Git Mo crew is prepared. I told my mother that Mustafa had fallen off the radar. She will pick up the baton from here. Downtown is dealing with spiritual disease. Soon things will be on TV. I am ready for the call, and I know that a certain man dropped the ball. His community will handle it. Latino life for me began in Muncie,IN. I will say nothing more about that scene. Soon enough things will equalize and my chosen ones will see the disease around me and hopefully they will help in my extrication.