Post Operator

MC can stand for many things. I thought it was just another term for DJ. Turns out it's also main character or motorcycle club or even mouse club,  depending who you ask.  Ever seen the Mouse and the Motorcycle?  Fun for the whole family,  y'all.  Pardon my fragmented sentences. It's Mexican Monday.

Speaking of Mexicans, I sell motorcycles now. Just waiting for that first check yo come in.  Sales suits me. You know what Rush says: The Spirit of the radio...echoes with the sound of SALESMEN!

If you don't know,  now you know.  I enjoy the challenge of taking something that's been a lifelong interest that I previously knew shit nothing about and turning it into something lucrative.  Sometimes the best opportunities for change and ultimately success come when you least expect them.  I am blessed.

Today didn't begin the greatest, but once I let go of an old preoccupation with an idea, hopeless dream, not even almost lover,  I had a good day. If you're reading this,  and you know who you are, just know that I have no hard feelings. You helped me throughout the years and I valued you as a friend,  more than a friend,  fancied you a kindred spirit. 

I still do.  And it's okay if you don't return the sentiment.  I'm going to make it in this life thing and if you don't want to know the real me,  so be it.  The door's still open a crack. Say crack again. Jk. It kills.

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well let's forget all that and give me the number of you can find it/ So I can call him just to tell him I'm fine and to show/ I've overcome the blow/ I hope you're living well/ I only wish my words could just convince myself that it just wasn't reeeeeeaaaaall...

But that's not the way it feels. 

Jim Croce. Mierda buena, amigos. Good shit.