6 Sixes

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    You know, I had a violent, insulting post all mapped out. It was going to call out fake friends, real enemies, and the like. But this last year has taught me the only thing I ever need to focus on is my goals and they'll fall like dominoes. I don't care about anything else.

    For the record, if you ever said I had no honor, Magna Cum Laude with ANOTHER Honors in the subject of Sociology itself. Whatever you said doesn't matter.
    For the record, if you ever called me a thief, you probably paid me handsomely to rob you. Whatever you said doesn't matter.
   For the record, if you ever disrespected my name and it wasn't to my face, whatever you said doesn't matter.
    For the record, I'm living my dream and it terrifies me, but I'd be more frightened if I wasn't at this point in history. Whatever you're doing doesn't matter.
    I had a friend greet me with the salutation "The realist nigga in the streets!" the other day. For the record, I think he's right, but if he wasn't, doesn't matter.

What does matter? Love. A free Palestine. A free Tigray. Sweeping global initiatives to end climate change. Black Lives. Oil pipelines not being ran through the lands of Indigenous Peoples; giving the land back to Indigenous Peoples. A shut down that isn't lifted while people are still dying in the hundred thousands from a globe-spanning, mutating virus. Politicians actually being beholden to the people. Love.

    I wish I had more to tell you, but every word wasted here is a word less in the stories and I'm nothing now if I'm not a storyteller.

To the people who have been coming and reading since AAAAAAALLLLL the way back when Freddy first showed up, I hope you check out my new work. A lot of the ideas grew right here and I'm sure you can scope them out.

To everyone else, blessings. Stay safe out there. There have never been this many dystopias sitting side by side at once.

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