I'm as close as I've ever been to tearing-up, coz it sucks every time I gotta do this. OK, I'm not about to grovel; I'll try not to anyway.
But, for y'all who haunt this grimy spot regularly, you were probably wondering what's been going on lately, coz I've been putting out new posts like every day. That's because the animal named school is looming right around the corner and it mandates that once I commit I should sever any and every social tie, spend countless days and nights perusing textbooks and, most importantly, clean out my bank account to pay for its tuition.
It follows that there will be less and less time to blog as the weeks blow by. I might not be able to post as much material, but I'll definitely be reading y'all's posts; gotta peep game, what can I say. But then again, I might be pulling a fast one like Jay-Z and front like I'm retiring then come right back, so keep checking me out.
And speaking of Jay-Z: Msanii, Makanga and all y'all music buffs, how about Jigga's input in Amy Winehouse's 'Rehab' joint, when he says something to the effect of:
'Six pairs of kicks is my definition of 12 steps..'
Don't know why but I like that line. A lot. Though I can't even quote it verbatim.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, allow me to compensate for my impending literary incommunicado with the not-too-good photo below of yours truly, in my White-T days, 'conversating' with Patrick Stewart, better known as Jean-Luc Picard. [Well, his wax replica anyway. He's surprisingly short, especially considering that he stood on some platform and I'm standing on level ground.]