one after I'm worried about.
I always felt comfortable with the way I am. No matter what I've been
through, I've accepted it as fate, dealt with it and moved on. So why am
I getting so concerned with the way that my family sees me now. Is it
because damned near all my cousins will be there? I think that's what it
is. It never concerned me before, until now.
Or, maybe, its because of what I think I have not yet accomplished. I
take my days one at a time. Any day above ground and not in jail is a
good day to me. But others don't see it as I do, or do they. To be
honest, I never expected to lived this long. I mean the average age for
the Black man to live is to the age of 28. Either dead or in jail, as
they say. So, I'm grateful as all hell for neither of the two.
But this party/get together has me really bugging out. One thing is that
I was so happy that I posted it on Facebook. I then received an ass
chewing from my mother claiming its suppose to be all family. Why can't
I have my friends there, huh, why? For one she said my sister's
apartment isn't all that big. Its not like I was inviting a million
people, maybe 5, 6 people. So that ass chewing threw a wet blanket on my
fire..
Saturday, I'm going though, have to, but left up to me, I wouldn't.
--michaelchappell
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