There are three minutes left of this funky groove…

And in three minutes, I am going to write this post and thereby avoid buying my brother five dollaz worth of the caffeinated bean—’cause that’s one of our accountabilities with each other. A post a week or pay up.

And is there a jam goin’ on in here tonight?

You damn becha there is!

There is so much here to be grateful for that I’m over-flowin’…

And then the jam ends; and it gets quiet.

And there’s no one awake but me…

And I’m grateful for all you arists—and everyone of you is… Your life a canvas upon which you brush; highlights, strokes of pain. You each creating a masterpiece. Sometimes scrapped before completion… to come back at a later time and start on a fresh canvas.

Master pieces – each and everyone.

Be brave; stay true
The fires of hell can’t burn you…
(cause they’re in your mind)