Today is March 4th. As in “March forth, ye great folkses, go forth and get them goddamn spiders outta my shed. In the garden. By that there river what used ta be that but ain’t no more so I place rocks in where it were.”
It’s also Nation Grammar Day. I never knew such; to me it’s just another days. Whatever you think of me, know this. That no force on heaven or in earth can stop narry ones of us from dyin. We gonna go no matter what. Ain’t no sense to guess when, I figured I should already be worm feed but I ain’t unless I’m dead in in some kinda stuck ass fever dream waitin on my turn to shake hands with Satan. And wouldn’t that be funny because of all the shit I done been through. I’d love to stay and visit some more with ya but hard as it be’s to leave good company, I’m pretty sick.
I wanna remind yas all, make the best of your day and be careful and safe and sweet. Be kind to all living things, great and small. Thank s for your visit.
One reminder before you leave, death isn’t funny, murder isn’t justice, and all life is sacred. That’s a solid gold fact. So never laugh as a hearse goes by.
Cuz what ifn yer the next to die?
Memoirs of an American Asshole 