i am working on some new posts...
letter to my father...
soul food...
don't let me die...
an evening stroll...
right now...they are all half thoughts...that i am trying to get through to completion...thanks for checking in and bearing with...
feel free to post your guesses on the actual content of the coming attractions...
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You wrote a letter to your father saying you wanted to go fishing. So you went fishing and caught a fish and cooked it up for a big soul food feast. Then as the food digested in your stomach you realized the fish must have been bad because you cramped up with food poisoning. Which led to an evening stroll to the emergency room.
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