...Sunday Mo Jo...

…You ever pick your nose while reading a book? – grimy sophistication…nah, me neither…you ever read a book and then have trouble spelling the word sophistication?...maybe it’s because I shaved my beard off, but I have…and then after my brother asked me, “Did you know Ireland has become one of the richest countries in Europe over the last few years?”…I responded, “No, I didn’t know Europe still existed”…just in case I offended any Europeans, I apologize and will stop writing this here blog for 2 months…and I should probably go to rehab too…I’ll finish this Mo Jo and then I’ll catch y’all after 12 steps…which in my sarcastic world is approx from this couch to my bed…no alcoholic here…because I can walk from the couch to bed without falling on my face…other than that, it might have to do with that I don’t drink much…just give me some chicken wings…a little play on words with Biggie’s song “Gimmie the Loot” – “Gimmie the Chicken Bawk”…I am an addict for chicken hooter with spicy or BBQ sauce…this is exactly the direction I planned on taking this convo…You?...No?...Well, adapt…this is just another white man’s version of Jazz music…improvise…maybe I should improvise and come up with another way to wake the buck up on a Sunday…I need to be well rested for the back-hair removal surgery tomorrow…what was supposed to proceed that was a date with an Asian delight I met, but she canceled for some reason after I told her I’d meet her at 9 instead of 8 due to the surgery…if a girl told me she was going to have her back hair surgically removed, I would appreciate that…watching the Suns-Lakers NBA playoff game, and I’ve concluded that Larry King should show up and have a “shoulder-off” with Phil Jackson…that would be more entertaining than the game…wondering about the abrupt transition from back-hair removal surgery to a King-Jackson “shoulder-off”?...well, it’s a metaphor for life…all of what I write, all of what I do is a metaphor for life…I know…nothing I write makes sense…and that’s why it makes complete sense that I’m a walking metaphor of life….because life makes no sense…and that’s what all these Mo Jos are…little metaphors…the mug is “half” something…it is up to you to determine whether it’s half empty or full…I know…it makes no sense, yet it’s so inspiring…and there’s “a” cup of Sunday Mo Jo…