Happy Father’s Day

I gave my pops a manly kiss on the cheek this morning as he dropped me off at the airport bc I had nothing to give him. No poem, nor song, nor tools, nor whatever else you get a dad for this earnest holiday. He had everything to give me. By everything I mean $80 for leisure spending, a ride to the airport, and supporting me on missions trip which is a far cry from how his attitude used to be whenever I did Christian things. But today, all I had for him was a smooch on the cheek and I ain’t ashamed to say it neither.

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4:13 am

I’m awake for some odd reason. I slept only four hours ago. Right now, I’m gonna talk about people growing up and changing because it happens and sometimes it’s sad and other times it happens so fast you forget to feel anything. And you think about it and wonder. “How’s so-and-so?”. Earlier today, I ran info an old high school buddy of mine. I think it’s cool seeing your old friends because you get this nostalgic feeling. I don’t even know how to explain nostalgia man. It’s weirdly cool and reminiscent of the past.. actually that’s exactly what nostalgia is.

I just think the whole idea of time is interesting. It goes by so slow and yet so fast at the same time. Days, weeks, years pass us by and people walk in and out of your life. Who you hang out with changes, your school, your world views, hair color, job, but in your own skin everything has stayed the same. A wise man once said, “our lives are like a vapor” fleeting, gone in a second. It puts things into perspective when you’re almost 23 like me.

I just hope my life continues to have great depth, meaning and that I don’t forget to love.

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Today at work, I copped a cool looking army bag, a functioning CD player (remember those things?) and baby diapers for my Pastor’s soon-to-be-alive kid, Judah. In other news, I’m leaving to IHOP for three weeks and then to Eurasia for two! Oh life. Oh man. Oh Lord.

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1-800-got-junk

When you work for a company like that you learn about cursing casually with your boss, having dirty clothes all the time, having a drunkfest BBQ for employee appreciation day and flat out hardcore masculinity.

I’m ok with having unclean clothes but man, it’s hard to be relevant in this atmosphere. I don’t like to drink. I’m not a foul mouth anymore. But I do want to have real friendships with people, just not conform to the status quo.

But the job is cool. I treasure what others consider junk. Tips are frequent and I get paid better than any job I’ve had prior. It can be a pain in the back though… Literally. I’m thankful for God for hooking me up with this job. He knew I was in a financial strut, and now I’m doing the Jehovah Jireh strut.

what what!

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