Big D

For someone so young, he knows just the right buttons to push to get under your skin, and just as he does... he also knows exactly how to melt your heart. 

Today was just another lazy day at home. No where to be and nothing to do. My wife and I were just laying in bed when our seven year old came in and asked one of us to play with him. 

Aaand it looks like I'll continue this later. He's pushing those damn buttons again!!!

That's a Rap

Who inspires me? Someone new all the time. Lately I've found myself listening to Eminem. A talent from the ghetto. A rap god to many. To me, he's an inspiration. As simple as that. I've imagined myself meeting him and what I might say. But when and where would this ever happen? I have nothing in common with this guy. I would never attend his concert. Still, the conversation would go something like this...

A crowded hall. He's escorted through quickly. I'm standing against the wall as he passes.

Me: Congradulations!

He stops and turns.

E: Excuse me? Congradulations? For what?

Me: (pause) On a well played hand. 

E: What the fuck does that mean? A well played hand. 

Me: Well (pause), let me put it this way... 

You took grapes and you made wine, 

You took rusty metal and you made it shine,

You took a life and made it sublime,

You made a guy like me start a rhyme... 

Congradulations, you inspired me.

Yea, I think I'd be pretty happy with that.