MySpace....Laid Out

"It's going to take time..." -The Doc

So surgery went ok. I found myself waking up to General Hospital (go figure). I was high as shit. Don't know what they gave me to put me out, but it worked on me the whole day and night. Things were pretty much a blur and I don't really remember what happened. So to all the people who took the time out to call me, thanks. If I came out of left field with anything, I apoligize, it was the meds not me. Today I'm a bit better in mind, but my body is still recovering from not just this surgery, but the car accident mentioned in my previous post. I'm layed up and my keys are mysteriously missing.

what a transition to make, last summer looked alot like what you see up above there, left handed and all. No that's not me, but you get the drift as to how high I was getting up. With all the shit I was going through, this was how I got out most of my emotions. Even missing, I still put the fear in folks if the lane was clear. Just have to hope that when I recover I don't catch a 'Livingston' on a lay up. I place ice on my knees and recognize how cold the world really is.

But fuck it, it's the road to recovery, I asked the doc how long before I play..."It's gonna take some time" how long before I work...."It's gonna take some time" how long before I get rich "It's going to take some time".

I guess I got all the time in the world. I don't have time for certain things, like ignorant folks and wishy washy ones as well. So all in all I lay low and keep firing.

Big up to the Queen for looking out for me. I know you couldn't be there, but you were dig it?

Between numerous claims adjustors and my lawyer talking to me, all seems well at the moment. Between ice packs and Sudoku with friends, I maintain my writing and still occupy myself in keeping things tight this year. Ain't no repeats of last year, ain't no looking at it either, unless I'm looking for neck pain. This time I shall get it right.

The Secretary of Defense