"if you're going to compete against me, you better be willing to give up your life because I'm giving up mine."

--famous superstar athlete guy

so when you ponder why a bon vivant such as ya boy would give up an entire weekend working without a single bank note hanging in the balance, it's because I recently developed a band rivalry.

all very standard on your local music scene.

now it's not THAT SERIOUS, nobody's planning a drive-by...more like Mario and Bowser in the games where they're just playing tennis or racing go-karts.

like he's a fine guy offstage probably, big fan of himself but look who's talking...there's enough gigs in this sunny little snow globe for everyone, our rivalry is purely professional.

yes yes a C-plot this may be...but hey, that's where a lot of offscreen development takes place. this year I'm beefing straight through everybody toward a target worthy of live ammo.

this ain't that, but it'll make decent target practice. a training dummy, if you will.

for you see, this is a matter of respect. of honor. of...of a third thing, even more dramatic. profound. significant.

way I see it he resembles a king a bit too much...too comfortable on his perch.

ima pop him in the thorax with a blue shell.

now this is not the first rivalry the band has had, we actually won our spot at Sanctuary in the band's first PvP--suck it, trench coat--but it is the one I'm taking most seriously...that first one was just my ego at work, here it's about the principle. there's principalities involved.

we can speak more on that during my victory lap, but like I said in the band breakdown, we're like 11 percent hip-hop crew...built for the beef.

the point of this post is how I spent my last few days.

I didn't spend them working for free...I simply deferred my compensation.

his head will make a nice trophy. I'll even keep the name-label hat on it, that way nobody forgets who's who.

see, in sports they teach you to swing through the ball, through the bag, through the body.

I've been doing more than necessary in the pursuit of my goals since I could stand on two feet. 

you don't fucking know me. 

at all. 

if ya did you'd know I'm just a little crazy, big guy.

if it moves my spirit sufficiently, and I find it funny enough, THERE IS NO MAXIMUM to the actions I will take to achieve an effect.

and that means I will win. 

I will win because I know what victory looks like. I have studied it obsessively. I can admire it in my head as clearly as I can imagine the shiny green exterior of an apple.

I know--as sure as I know I was born--that I was born to reach it.

...because maybe I am a jester, but guess who was usually the only one brassy enough to speak the truth while power's standing in the room?

maybe if enough folx are in on the joke, clown takes crown every time.

all power to The People.

--Flor!!