I’m free! Almost at least. And I mean in that Braveheart kinda way before I knew Mel Gibson was a crazy racist asshole.
The good old days.
You gotta understand, this is a big deal for the kid who grew up fat with fucked up teeth and had to laugh his way through all the tough times.
O woe is me. Frowny face.
Everyone has their hangups I suppose. Most people to be exact, because I’ve finally gotten rid of the last of mine. So with that I figured out what I want to do with my life: be happy.
I suppose at the end of the day, I don’t care about money, status, people’s expectations or what have you. And regardless of where I am or where I end up, I know that everything will be okay. This universe will keep on trucking with or without me and my story is going to play out the way it’s going to play out; so why not enjoy every single stupid moment I have? Why not do my best to make sure other people enjoy themselves as well? Why not be the change I want to see in this world?
So I’m going to be happy.
I’m off to start an adventure, folks. Who knows how this ends up, but I know I’m smart, I’m heads over heels in love, and I have the drive to avoid a 9-5 job at all costs. This blog is just me, unfiltered. If you want see a Jamaican who’s gone rogue embark on a new journey, feel free to come along on a ride.