i know whats going on.
but im not gonna crack.
im gonna open.
back in the olden days when you messed with Job to see if he would denounce the good Lord, you gave him warts, you killed his animals, you ruined his good reputation, you slowed down his internet
you made him doubt himself and his friends and his place in the world.
all to see what he was made of in his creamy nougat center.
but at my center is the eternal joy of the 2016 world series.
in my soul is the love of people and love of the healing powers of creativity. i am a hippie i am a punk i am the little kid at summer camp reading the bible. i am a bleacher bum and a college reporter. i am studying poetry in a school with no grades. i am the black boy who looks mexican italian cuban puerto rican. i am everything and nothing and just another face in the crowd.
sure i can get depressed and scared and hurt and shocked and freaked out a bit but at my age, at this age, with all the tales of peaks and valleys, i know that the sun will come out tomorrow, the devil,
bet your bottom dollar i’ll find a cool new way to make a dollar, but best of all i know that we should be rendering unto caesar whats caeasar
bc our treasure is in the kingdom of wrigley north.
the devil, you can play games with my heart you can take away this and that and the other but we are the children of the special one. we are made in his image. he too has emotions. he too freaks out at evil. and we too can turn the simplest things into the most exquisite.
if you had the faith of a mustard seed you might be able to break me. but im a twix twin bar, the devil. i was made for this shit.
so this one doesnt wanna hire me and that other doesnt wanna work with me but only cuz they dont know me. only cuz they havent been able to see the beautiful music that we made under storke tower and la cumbre plaza and atwater and frisco and westwood and e street and first street. and i know hearts have been hardened and i know we have just begun the beguine and i know that i just dont know
but i just wanna say i see you, just like i saw you in cleveland in game seven doing whatever you could to break the hearts of cub fans
but our hearts are piñatas, the devil.
filled with the sweetest love.
thats who i am.