All I have to do, to calm it
Is just think of you.

Janet Jackson, "When I Think Of You"
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Sometimes, when I stop to think about how much I don't like what's going on in this country, I search for alternatives. That's just human nature. A man is only as loyal as his options.

Hyper-extended my knee going up for a rebound during recreation time, on the gravel and asphalt surface commonly referred to as "the basketball court", as well as slipping on loose rock, breaking my fall using deft use of palm and coccyx.

I'd write more, but One Hundred Years of Solitude has way more incest than I'd care for, and I really need to scrub out my headspace. I guess every creation story has that kind of an origin, but I still avoid it as much as I do country line dancing. Incidentally, playing dominoes with other white folk, I've come to find out that it is, in fact, possible to line dance to C+C Music Factory's "Gonna Make You Sweat." Nothing is more unsettling than seeing a grizzled white guy start spouting out the rap portion.

Him: Guys, grab a girl, don't wait, make a twirl. It's your world and I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut to move your butt to the dance floor so, yo, what's up, hand's in the air come on say Yeah, everybody here everybody there

Me: <shudder>