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As a child, who thinks of death. I did not even understand death; let alone know what death really was. The cowboy was shooting Indians. Indians fell off horses. they were dead. OK, next show those Indians were there agian. We pretended to shoot one another, knife one another, pretended to strangle one another.  Afterward, we went inside and had hot coco. 
but, the day before my birthday...December 16, 1955; my 1st father died!  And, I as a child....was angry. I was angry... Read More

today im over at my mom's house chillin out

Some would question whether or not what I'm listening to could even be called music. My sons come to mind first! I've decided to take myself back to the walking circle, track, mall, whatever I can find open and available to get my posterior in gear to feel GOOD! I'm listening to my favorite reggeaton - Notch! Listening to it makes me want to wiggle my hips, strut, dance the latin dances, and do n... Read More

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