Confounded Accusations

I'm sort of having these like, back spasms.. It's funny, its like a rubberband being pulled. I thought it had something to do with this lump that I have inside my back which I thought was a knot but upon my wife's close examination it is, IHHO a bruise from where Evita kicked me last week. She really thumped the shit out of me. So what the fuck is causing these uhm, tremors anyway? Prolly that beatdown I got. So well, that sucks. I'm tired. I want to take a nap. I'm like eternally tired nowadays.. What a funny state that life is I'm like in an idle mode but my energy is kinetic. That's a lyric from the super underrated Tribe Called Quest jam from the Boomerang soundtrack, Hot Sex On A Platter. Uh, uh, uh, to me your just another MC on the log. I love that line. It makes me think about the courts that I used to hoop on back the day and all the ballers that'd line up to play and how they sat on this shitty old piece of log waiting for a turn to get up in the game. Ah, good times. I haven't played ball in literally years. Uhh, makes me want to a little bit except I'm fat and lazy and would rather, uhm i don't know what I'd rather, mope, think fatal thoughts of suicide, I don't know? Who cares anyway? Certainly not the kid and certainly not the other people I know. I need a massage. I should ask Lola where she goes. I'm totally willing to pay. I need these little twitches GONE. They're driving me up a tree, or across a log as the case would, in some cases happen to be...


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