As I sit in my
beautiful mess daily, which consists of
scotch tape, staplers, white out, printers, faxes, keyboards, monitors, clickable pens, etc. I ponder .. .
Where the fuck did I go wrong? What loop hole did I miss exactly? Was it high school, Ms. Sclar's Chemistry class? I should have passed the regents right? .. . She was a
strange jewish lady yo. lol. She literally would have sweat trickling down her cheek
(no pun on the biggie smalls line), Like for real. I think she was having
hot flashes. .. . She failed me. (I should offered a sexual favor, smh.). ..Or was it College, where I met some of the
dopest people in my life and lost
tons of money in exchange for shitty academics. I mean maybe I should have paid more attention in class. That's the
cardinal rule, get good grades and everything falls into place. Fuck that. Just wanna say to all that people that are going through the
struggles, Keep at what you love. Bottom Line. No matter if you make it or not. The journey is pretty
dope if you smother it with massive amounts of
vodka, cocaine and weed. We gon' make it.
Oh yea, fuck my job. .. .. . and shouts to my
candid co-workers looking over my shoulder as I write this . ..
- ehT Mills.
