Today, I felt like a superstar and had talent quite like a young Michael Jordan when I was spitting my freestyles. It is all started coming full circle for me. Right when I’m in a flow I hear squeaky sound in the background. “What was that?”, I say as I raise an eager eyebrow and sit up in my chair. Maybe my large headphones were playing songs without me pressing play. I relax again in desperate need of a back rub. The faint smell of an incense I had burning grabs my nose and wont let it go. That’s until my sugar-hyped son bursts into the room with his nose full of snot. He has a lollipop in his hand and a diaper full of wishes adding a couple of pounds to his small frame. He is standing in the doorway staring at me, thinking what to do next in his mind. He digs his right foot into the ground and runs full speed towards me. I jab his feet into the tan carpet expecting a hasty stop when… BAM!!! The collision alarms my wife….
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