Some days I think that maybe I have something to tell the world.. I think maybe I once had something to say but my memory is shot from all the hard knocks and long walks on short bridges... It's strange... but I smile... B.
I played some ball, I lost my shirt, I should have kept the sleeves, but my muscles are sore, I am a sore looser too, two plus five is seven. Seven is my bed time and sleep I need... Brian
grind means many new things, it's tricks now, on skateboards and bikes and even inline skates. It means to skid almost unnaturally on some surface. this isn't the defintion for my topic, though I do enjoy watching kids pull a good grind here and there, especially on the pegs of a bike, I think it's the danger factor... But the grind I mean is this here, this life, what is here to sharpen or dull us depending on how you apply the grind. I feel that I take life's grinds and miss apply them and that makes me dull. I AM DULL. I feel like used dish water sometimes, and that has everything to do with the grind stone... I am making no sense and so I should problably end.... Peace out and if you read this I hope that you realize that I am a pretty down to earth guy I just like looking at the world through a kalidescope, while having one arm tied behind my back... it doesn't affect my sight but it keeps my mind off things... bye... B..... respond if you like... read if your bored.