Part Deux

For all the mistakes you allow me to make.... thank you.

Birthday bitch.

I'll be gone. For a week.

Miss me, please. But even if you don't, I know ma cats will.

(No, diLa. The cats are just in your head.)

It was a life defining moment

I couldn’t think of anything more to ask for at this point.

Dear Yun,

As I look at you now, I see a young man who’s wise beyond his years. I see a man whose perception of life awed me to no end. I see a man who has overcome more obstacles than I did in an infinite lifetime. I see you; my baby cousin who has now surpasses me in wisdom and ingenuity.

Strange… where is that brat of a boy who used to throw himself on the ground and rubbed his heels for just a millisecond worth of attention? Where is that brat whom I used to terrorize? Where is that naïve, gullible brat whose inquisitive nature would drive me up the walls?

Well… He grew up.

And he grew up fine indeed. You were the younger brother I never had. I love you and thank you for writing that exceptional piece of entry on her. It brought tears to my eyes. I needed that. To remind me to stop, pause and think of all the things I unknowingly left behind. I’ve realized that there are only a handful of moments as such in a lifetime. I thank you for that one.

Lots of Love,
Kak Lah (“The terrorizer”)

Parentheses

If you were to the take the number of pillows I have on ma bed and multiply it by the number of times I visited the can today before subtracting it by the number of keys on ma keyboard, you’ll get the hours of sleep I had in a week. Yes?

(No, you fucktard. Try again.)

I have more fingers on one hand than I do hours of sleep in a week.

(You really are demented. Last shot. Else seek help.)

I could sleep for a year and not mind missing birthdays, coffee, paydays, movies, GSS etc etc.

(Seek help.)