Shhh...

"So says the man...so says the monkey"

My email has been hacked for about two weeks now and I could give a shit.  I feel accomplished when I know I have enemies for all the right reasons. Thankfully, they won't find shit in there.  I'm way too smart for that.  I just hope everyone I love is OK out there.  I'll get it back and see if any damage is done soon.

Yet in this ultimate disconnect, there is nothing...just me and my monkey.

He constantly has his finger on his mouth as if to say..."Shut up about everything, you've said too damn much as it is"  Shit if he ain't right...fuck lol

To both my credit and shame, I have always been a man to lead by example.  To "go first" as it were.  I learned early on in life that if you want anything in life or love, you have to prove your willingness to give that very thing first.  I've learned this to be true by trial of fire.  Why fire?  Because to hold onto such a notion required me to feel the pains of utter disappointment time and time again that I may see the worth in the prize once given.  To receive after you have given is priceless.  It has indescribable value because there is no feeling to which it can compare.  Those that have it?...cherish it, nurture it...water it.  Those that don't?  Seek nothing less...

Shit...my monkey can talk all the shit he wants yet he's as transparent as a ghost.  He hangs onto my back in plain view.  He dances and sings for attention.  He wears a stupid little vest to be seen and loved by all the little children.  He plays loudly to be heard while feigning a desire for privacy.  He loves to be loved.  What a fucking asshole lol

And for those of you out there thinking I'm being "a little too cute by half", no, my monkey and I are not one in the same.  Every one of us own a few ;-)

So yeah, he may be an asshole, but a transparent asshole he will always remain...

~Apollo