As much as I don't want to need to hold your hand,
I'm right here.
I will be learning from you,
As much as I will not be teaching you.
Still, our common ground is what makes us opposites.
You read plays.
I write them.
Holy shit!
You're writing plays!
Awesome, dude!
I'm learning how to sight read.
I can write... yeah. I can write music.
I have the credentials to be a Mastering Engineer.
You can play QB, HB, WR, TE, RB, DE...
...and that's just football!
I was always told not to engage in too much physical activity.
I was a pretty boy.
My looks made me money.
As far as modeling.
I would excersize in my room.
Uncountable pushups and situps.
Whilst I listen to WWF songs, or BIg Pun or LL Cool J.
I would shadowbox.
Get my hands faster.
I would work on stamina.
Truth be told, if I had spent more time working on music than preparing for self-defense, I'd feel a lot better about these days.
These days, everyone is J Dilla.
These days, no one can jam.
Sonic is in our hearts.
SEGA is in our blood.
Reverence for them is nothing.
Tolerance, being a factor, is bewildering.
If you're learning from me, know this:
MAKE SURE you love someone if you have to let them go.
BigHeav!
Hopefully I'll get to see you one day.
"YOU'RE DISMISSED!!!"
-so mote it be
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