Here I sit all nice and dressed. I'm wearing my Levi 501's, with a nice blue button up shirt, a crisp new white t-shirt, my "Lucky" purple socks, my medicine beads and a sprig of white sage branch sitting on my ear.
I have my crucifix in my pocket along with the two stones that I've carried for years and I'm wearing the Fossil watch Santa Baby brought me for being a good boy.
...I did my hair and nails last night. My fragrance is one from the U.A.E. Don't ask I can't read their language, but I do share it is one of the finest cologne's I've ever worn. My Honorable Daughter Number One presented to me as an extra ordinary gift from way over yonder.
I sit here in silence as I await the arrival of my Lil' Short Blue Bus. I am calm and am no where as near excited as I was last night. For Pete's Sake, one would've thought my Big Ass was going to the Walt Disney World this morning. Yes, I was bouncing off the padded room in my brains. Yes, the anticipation is driving me crazy. Soon though, I'll be sitting with yet another Vocational Rehab person. I am eager. I am so eager that I've been eager for days.
Yesterdays follow up call was worthy. If I had not called to confirm my appointment with Miss. S., from Vocational Concepts, my oompa-loompa-ass would not have been prepared. I was up well past my bedtime filling out that application to the CIA, KGB, FBI and Secret Service. Plus all of them other questions and what nots. Shoot, by the time I leave there later this afternoon, Miss. S., is going to know me better than most damned Kinfolk. Ain't that some sad shitty cow dung right there? But honestly, I am not the slightest bit nervous or anxious this morning at all.
Any way's, I'll jump back on here later to let you all know what my energies thought of and picked up today. Brothers and Sisters, I feel like I'm ready to ride the Big-Balled-Bull at the rodeo.
Yes Sir, I sure am.
Will holler later.
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