Mr. K-Lo, left no longer than sixteen minutes ago...the young brother made we sweat like a horse this morning, new afternoon! Working it with these fierce exercises. And walking it too. In the correct way...good leg up - slow leg down, except when climbing upwards too...
...stepping to a safer step. A safer walk...to a groovy and funky beat, stepping to the so much better and correct pace. Still, am a slave to the rhythum...
My mind just had a flash of what if someone were to creep in here without me knowing...while I sit here at this key board and before this screen, quietly listening to Fleetwood Mac, sing "Angel", into my one ear whole to the brain. Deaf to whatever is going on the out-side of this room. My two beautiful daughters and my bride have crept up on me probably too many times for me to count. So, oh, I know this happens, as I am aware there's someone behind me at this very instance. All I can do is hope my dispatch is done swiftly...these foicken Vampires are everywhere, ya know?! Make haste! And please, make it as sensuously sexual as you wish. For I am your sacrifice and so I wish that I may enjoy your sucking the life from my heart...as it races and races and races and pounds. But wait! I have a crystal on the window and a cross on the wall and a beautiful picture of Jesus taped to the desk... Then the thump-thump in my chest becomes shallow and shallower. Shit! Did I turn off the bleeding coffee maker?
Anyways...as I was saying earlier, K-Lo, has shown me much and is a very well educated Physical Therapist. This is a fortuitous occasion for me. K-Lo, as I have observed, is here providing me therapies that go well beyond "just" the neck piece. My Crystal Ball informs me he is here to help his patient get better "all-around". K-Lo, is a team member of my Better Heath Team. He has bitten into me and my oddities and I sure as hell have bitten into what-ever brother man brings on. Yo, K-Lo, we talk the talk, let us walk the walk. Good people! (As Bernie Mac would say) - (May he rest in peace), (One of my damned best comedians too!). Shit, Bernie! Now you know that I know you know I know, I'll catch you on "Kings of Comedy" later on. (I miss you Dude!)
Alrighty then, it is time for me to step out to my garden. Get some fresh air. Think I need to. Find my mind out there somewhere. Damn it! Just me and the hounds. Take out my Mr. Gripper, pull a weed or two. Oh yes, I'll join the birds, butterflys, dragon flys, "there's dead spiders in the cement pond", busy bee's and horse flys the size of a Texas Humming Bird...um, not really, but that's pretty dang big en'it? Sadly, for the spiders in the cement pond it's for real though. Um...one of these hounds snoring right at this instant. Po thang will have forgotten it in one minute. Well, ain't that some...
Gods Grace To All Relations!
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