HOW TO FINALLY START TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER PLACE I’VE LIVED

Once upon a time…
In a few decades far away…

a little fox,
who lived on a beautiful island,
was missed by his mother as she lived in america.
after being banished from the island,
and getting on her feet a year later,
she called for her son to be brought to her in the states.
her son was excited to leave his island to be with his mother.
he only knew of america from tv shows and a trip to disney world,
but she was able to convince him with the lure of a better life.
at the time,
he was in the middle of attending an all-boys primary school.
his little cousin was heartbroken that he was leaving him all alone.
they were attached at the hip and grew up like brothers.
he was sad to leave him,
but the little fox missed his mother.
when he left the beautiful island,
his life started here

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the hate (crime) he gave

hate has become the new norm.
we knew it existed,
but everything has been so enhanced as of late.
you already know why
so i saw a story this week that really bothered me.
from hoods to cul de sacs,
we don’t get to pick those in our neighbors.
there was a story of a gay male in boston who was assaulted by someone in his hood.
for those who didn’t know about it,
this is the story via “the daily mail“…

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Playing With Balls In Boston?

artest_mainso my vixen friend is at a business seminar in boston this weekend.
she is staying at the ritz carlton and was in for a happy surprise in the lobby.
she came out the elevator to a ton of tall black wolves.
just so happens that the ny knicks happen to be staying at the same hotel.
i know.
score?
well nothing has happened... yet.
she said she spoke to ron artest briefly,
he is fine in person,
and he was really nice.
she didn’t see carmelo tho.
everyone wants a piece of carmelo.
she isn’t looking for a baller wolf at all,
but it doesn’t mean i’m not.
twg2