Rise and Shine

I woke up at 7:00 on the dot this morning. I slept on the floor last night. I made a nice little bed with some cushions and some pillows and a few blankets. I don’t know if I’ll ever grow out of sleeping on the ground. To wake up in the morning and start my day by literally getting up off ground is already an accomplishment. Only 15 seconds into my day and I’m smashing goals. I’m getting up. That’s how high I’m aiming. I’m just trying to get up. 30 seconds into my day and I’m taking a piss and I’m already feeling lighter. Smashing goals. 60 seconds into my day and I’m washing my hands and washing my face. 1 minute into my day and I’m Fresh. Goals. Fresh leaves the bath room, looks at clock on the stove top, and smiles to himself. He applauds himself for an already accomplished day. He deserves a lay down. It’s time for a break. Maybe read a chapter in his new book; “The Cherokee Nation and the Trail of Tears”. He already knows the story, we all already know the story: “Indigenous people trust white people and the indigenous people get fucked over, horribly”, but still, he wants to know his history… so he can tell it in another way. Anyways, it’s a good chapter and Fresh takes a 5 minute break to regroup. It’s nearly 8 am. Where does the time go? Time to pick up the bed, hit the chair. Uh oh, maybe its time for a 5 pound shit. Come out 5 minutes later and 5 pounds lighter. Still smashing goals. Been scrolling on the internet too. 2 and half pounds of that shit that was just flushed down the toilet was all the crap saw on the internet after just 5 minutes of scrolling. Taking shits and scrolling on the gram is one of my favorite things to do. That shit goes into my eyes and out my asshole just like that. Sometimes, when I wipe my ass, I look down at the paper and I don’t see a shit stained paper, I see some bullshit post of someone I don’t necessarily dislike enough to block, but I dislike them enough to wipe my morning shit away with their bullshit post. As a side note and to be fair, if I wipe my ass with your post a certain number of times, I block you. If I’ve blocked you, it’s because I think more highly of the shit in my asshole than I think of the shit you post for likes. It’s 2019, we’re not pulling any punches, let’s get our shit together. Shining, rising and shining. Back to it! Ok, so He flushes his shit, washes up again, and we’re on our way back to the chair… Oh, hello. Hello, freshly packed bowl that some devilishly handsome young man packed for himself the night before. Hellooooo, helloooo, lets have a poke before we have a seat. Ahhh yessss, this is the day we’ve been planning for. Kimono, kimono, lookin for the purple kimono with the pink flowers on it, the silk one. So here he sits. High, sitting in the black, leather, e-z boy, reclining in his kimono robe, window half open, and the morning traffic passing by. It’s nearly 9 am and it’s almost time for work. There’s no rush here, it’s a short commute. Wait a minute, to the kitchen we go, it’s time for a tea. This business, this busy ness of regular life, Fresh can’t deal. Why do we rush? We rush for money? For things? My mask isn’t on yet, I can’t compete. Just give me some time, some time alone, some time to deal. Let’s make a deal. Matter of fact, never mind. I don’t want to make any deals, I already know what happened to the ones who made deals. All my trails have already been walked. All my tears have already been cried. I’ll just press on, slowly, with my bed on the ground, my little bit of smoke, and a cup of tea. It’s not much, but I prefer it this way.