January 7, 2012

a fork in the road; a knife in the back

dear halt to the grind diary,

i cant show you what happens when the dynamics of a primary focus is on something that doesn't exist. booyah. welcome to the life and fast times of a true hero, someone over there can give you the tour. i try not to sit around and judge people for shit i know little to nothing about. but when you fuck up in my area of expertise, i'll be quick on the lip to tell you where you prolly went wrong. i have a whole bunch of respect for a mother fucker that will take a chance at something and be brave, ima a chicken shit. it takes me a minute to get the gumption to do anything new and different and then as soon as i do, it is usually too late and the right time has passed. subtle changes over time can can equal a grand change, but that too can be a shock even if you're the one who's done all the changing. willing is what i was once, but thank goodness i continued to drag my feet. knowing is the secret for me and understanding the plan is what keeps it simple.