I took the day to hangout with my best friend. Today was his birthday.

When I say I took the day, i showed up at his place around 11am. I left around 945p.

This was his day. Me showing up, doing what I do,  that made his day.

Being quiet most of the time, but having some things to say.

My buddy is stressed, everyday, you can’t begin to understand what he goes through, I do. I lived it.

What I do for my friends, what wouldn’t I do for my friends?

Lie.

Anything else is always on the table depending on the situation. 

I’ll let a friend deal with their shit and step back if that’s what I’m guided to do.

It may seem heartless. You have no idea how much I love each and everyone of you.

Love does not enable.

Love stands its ground when it counts, and it always counts.

Love can be vicious when defending oneself our others.

Defending.

Love never attacks.

Love never attacks.

Love never attacks.

I say this many times to work at bridging the gap between us. I’m serious as fuck.

Typically people that talk about love never use the word fuck.

Fuck ’em.

I do things my own way or someone else’s way. However, I think about it,  is my way better than their way,  or should I follow them?

I’m always open to another way.

However i can be a motherfucker and a half to convince.

However, my brother convinced me to listen to a song again, and he gave me the back story.

I listened again, and I get why I didn’t like it. It hit too close to home.

After the second listen, I get it, and it’s a good song, and I was wrong to dismiss it.

That’s me admitting to the world that I got one wrong today, and I got set straight by someone I love, my brother.

So, who’s ready to meet a muse?

I am too.