C Note(s)

HM. I'm a grip tired. Woke up on my own around 5:30 a.m. on Memorial Day. Any other year I would've checked the time, repositioned myself and return to my slumber. Not this morning. I had a cup of coffee, dressed in gym clothes, dialed in Mark VI (iPod) and set out into the wide world of sports for a run. After 4 miles it was time enough to return to my home. To write this blog entry. Again, any other year I would be campaigning to know the difference between Memorial Day and Veteran's Day, all the while enjoying the "spoils of war" which is my freedom and my nation's freedom. Brave men and women fought valiantly on foreign and domestic soil so they could preserve the right to have a run at OH-DARK thirty, or backyard cookouts or frankly whatever the hell we want to do at that time within the confines of rules of decorum. Any other year, I would be waking up in a campsite or somewhere not in my town, enjoying the company of friends and family. This yea

HM. One the groomsmen at the wedding I performed mentioned to me, "Ya know, you're a hard workin' man." I smiled and thanked him. Then I continued to work. I thought about it as I continued to toil. I worked 40 hour week at my Clark Kent Job, then helped a bro move his family's furniture with a crew from his old home to his new home. I crashed out, woke up to coffee in my cup (not gonna lie some rum cream may have made into the cup) and immediately went to work. I started gathering songs for a 5th grade graduation I am DJ-ing, while I readied myself for the wedding I was about to perform in the afternoon. After the ceremony, I bounced to my girlfriend's crib for a quick noshing on food and ... guess what? You guessed it, back to work. This has been my C Note. 'los; out #norestforthewicked #gottakeepdigging #diggingaintdone