Kobe Bryant was the Michael Jackson of Basketball.

How could this happen without explanation? Such is the Will of God. I have forgotten the technique to which captive residence of chance is.

I have lost no touch, only hope remains. The Pastor "Catch hope." Such is the attitude of life now.

I let aside all bickering. This is forever, and now Kobe Bryant has cemented it. I don't fuss too long. I try to get along.

I missed Snoop on TV this morning. Thanks alot laziness.

I hope Reverend Brown is ok. I hope he can live, and be a part of this Church. The Will of God Be Upon All Things.

I love you regardless of what you did. Did you poot and didn't say excuse me? You are excused now. There is no turning back.

I have 12 now. I need 25. Can I get the 25 before I go to sleep? I know I can get this 350 a week online. By apps alone. Not even getting to sites and ads.

I'm doing this to show you it can be done. If Kobe can buss 50+ on Michael Jordan in the basketball game, then I can get 57 a day for 6 days straight. I can beat the record.

Record each time you cash out, and the amount. Say, for example you score 1.30, then you put that. You mark each one. Then at the end of the day, you have result video. There can be a nintendo sound, some excite bike ish, something like that. You may do this and keep the results to yourself. I believe in you.

If you dream hard, you play hard. If you play hard you act hard.

If you softly dream, better life will seem. If you butt heads you'll end up red. If you stay true, you'll teach blue. If you like me, then you'll surely. see.

Minister Brown is Reverend Brown's wife. Let's not go there.

Brenda, where is she? I hope she's alright. I always seem to miss her, or not catch the right hit when it comes to loving her. I try to love her on time, but I always seem to miss it, or sabotage the love. I don't know what my problem was. I wasted a lot of time with a good woman. I ought to have prayed more.

I remember waking up and seeing all these symbolic constellations before I woke up. In the same room, I remember seeing a blue face smiling at me. It was The Lord.

The Lord is Blue. He Smiled at me. I remember that to this day.

I read all the books available to me at Nana's house. She did me a favour. She let me be myself. She prayed for me. I used to come home so late. I used to come home at like 10, or 11pm. I used to come home late. I don't know why I stayed at the office.

Yes I do, internet. I stayed to use the computer, and to print out pages. I used to print out 100s of pages of articles. What a fool I was not to keep all that stuff!

I kept some pictures. Other than that, I didn't even keep anything. I made some items also, I did not keep.

I got a raise but I didn't do anything to get it. I was just hovering around the building getting paid a few dollars.

I used to think to myself what am I doing here? I used to go home and smoke weed. I used to look forward to getting back home just to smoke weed. I wasted time there.

I had my truck sitting in the back parking lot for over a year. It just sat there. I didn't drive it. I didn't go get my license. Nothing. Just a truck sitting there.

Then years later, I had the nerve to go to the gas station next to where we were staying. I crashed my car into a tail light.

then I drove a little ways up, was on my phone, and got a ticket. Drat and darn. I was a fool.

Not knowing niggaz were tracking me. I was living too big for the little sh I was doing. I remember this.

Alex Paris is not my soulmate. He is my friend I used to go visit. I'm not gay, but I I went to go see him and kick it. I say this because it's like I was slowly unraveling and they thought I liked them. I was just kicking it with a friend.

I went to his friend Marcus' house. We were supposed to have gay sex or something there, but nothing ended up happening. Instead, I heard an MF Doom song I haven't heard since. Then we ate Burritos some other day.

I was really just out there for years. My Grandmother just watched me go hang out for years. Instead of me getting a job, working, and going to school, I wanted to hang out with my friends in North Hollywood. I thought it was tight to go out there and visit.

I remember one time I went out there at 9 at night. I WENT there at 9. Not got there. I got to the house like 10 something 11, and kicked it for a few housrs and went to sleep.

The next morning I hung out for a while and then left.

Then another time I jacked off at David's house. Now I'm not gay, I was just horny that night. I just busted a nut, washed my hands, and went to sleep.

I'm telling you this because I can. This is what the blog is for. I share with you my knowledge.

Do I love Brenda, heck jess. I will say also, she told me what to do: move on. Darn a larn. Like Kobe Bryant, I went out a legendary fool.

I remember Monet's mother. Her man paassed. Brother Dave.

I went to visit Monet late one night. I just showed up and visited. I asked her could I spend the night. She said no, but I went anyway. I left clowning.

Like Flemisha, who is now pregnant, I pushed up on Monet but she didn't like me. I asked her out 3 times. She said no each time. But I worked at Fox and her mother was there. She saw me and said "God is working on you". I remember that.

I blew a lot of shit, is what I'm saying.

But now is the time to unblow shit. Let me start with this blog.

From now on, every single day will have a Kobe moment. That means, something tight, correct and to the best of my ability. I probably won't be keeping that going for very long.

Not because Kobe is not tight, but because consistence is my weak point. I must study the art of keeping up the same routine. I have one routine, and the other in succession. How shall I attain wealth online if I cannot keep a rhythm? I must keep a rhythm of action. I must keep correct my form by always knowing what the next step will be.

If I can be famous, this is righteously wrong. If I can visit one room, and bring a wealth of laughter, like Kobe Bryant not going to church on Sunday, that's not it. I think Going to Church on sunday is bad no more. I think to be a Christian, give The Lord His Credit. Each week,

Lord.

Thank You Lord for yellowjackets

I saw atop the First Charity Missionary Church sign, a yellowjackets positioned in the shadow. Its body filled the whole side of the sign. It looked painted on The wall.

The insect showed me the spirit it had. I appreciate insects now. Of course, men are above, so they serve men. But honor they recognize.

Lord.