Today I buried my dog. Excuse me. Today I buried John Koffee Croff. He was my dog. Or maybe I was his man. Who knows? Considering the fact that it is my duty to feed him, walk him, clean up after him, and everything else, it’s possible that I was more his than he was mine. But who really cares about that? The point is he deserved a better man. I wouldn’t always feed him when I should. I hardly ever walked him. I bathed him far less than I should have. But this isn’t a pity party. I’m just stating facts. I learned something today. Don’t Procrastinate. I used to always say things like, “This summer, I’m gonna take Koffee everywhere!” or “I’m about to start running on the beach with Kof all the time!” or I’m gonna give him a bath everyday so he can be in the house around everybody instead of being outside all the time.” But I never did. And now he’s dead. So all of those remarkable memories that would have soon been made are now just memories of possible memories that were never created. SO DO IT!! Yes I’m talking to you! Whatever you know you should do, DO IT! That family member that loves you so much that you never take the time out for, go visit them, or at least give them a phone call! Apply for that job that you know you need! Clean your house up before you don’t have one anymore! You get the point. So anyway… Today a neighbor brought it to our attention that Koffee was in a man hole in the alley right behind our house. (Of course I didn’t take the time to look there when he first got out because i thought “He’ll come back!”) Sounds like me right? Well I took one step in the right direction today. My father, my uncle and I rescued the body that was once Koffee from the wet, sandy, prison he’d been in for at least the past week. We decided to give him AT LEAST the slightest most miniscule piece of respect that he had been owed his entire earthly existence. We dug a grave for him in our backyard and gave him the dignity of being buried in a dog’s hole… NOT a man hole

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Embracing the morning.

Noticing how the sun transforms slowly from an idea…

An insinuation or implication of inevitable presence,

to eventually a dominant focal point helping to disperse focus to everything else.

The birds are up and hungry and the squirrels have already begun their search for happiness.

Embracing the morning.

Experiencing life in order.

As it was intended

Good Morning!

Thank you Lord

-Charity

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I Know that i’m leaning too close over this arm rest,

And we should be apart a half arm’s length at least,

Although it’s just me and you and we in the two seats of this jeep you’re still implying that personal space you need and I admire that,

And I aspire that I’ll one day cross the threshold of this arm rest and meet your heart yes the one your chest holds,

So let’s go out of Stacey and back to the thesis that was leaning now I’m leaning to my screen and see you tweeting. That was genius!

Although that’s something you retweeted from some guy I admire that you admire him, he’s wise.

I’ll follow!

I’ll swallow what’ left of my pride and admit that in the past I over-tried,

But now that’s over right?

I’m just a man coming to you with these lines or at least I’m coming to my mic with you in mind,

But I’m not that hard to find.

I’ll probably hit you up today when I think of exactly what I’ma say

- Charity, from, “A Quick Ride in Stacey”

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