the problem with being mysterious is sometimes you just forget what you were doing

sometimes a single song lyric loops for six hours. yesterday it was “she had dumps like a truck” with no further elaboration from the brain

sit in the corner of a jazz bar and say “mmm” at tasteful intervals kind of energy

offered to pay a deli $300 to let me be the guy who yells “next” they said they already had a guy

Me and the boys pulling up to the function

you survived 100% of your worse days often there was no way you could have prepared and you still handled it with grace you still did your best and you are still here after all of that

Spritzatura, an Italian word, refers to a kind of effortless grace or casual elegance, the art of making something difficult look easy.

Almost lit the cig inside the bar. Felt like the right thing to do

2010s: Jeffersons, Lincolns, Jacksons 2020s: Jeffersons, Hamiltons, Grants And always, Franklins

“didn’t we already have this fight?” “no. that was in the other chat.”