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Here And Gone

Dear Summer

Dear Summer,
I know you gonna miss me
For we've been together like Nike airs and crisp tees
T Fitz is with polo fleeces, LRG shorts and the canvas sneakas
Give me a couple of weeks, shit, I might just sneak in
A couple of words, and like Peaches & Herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world sayin: how does he blog so good?
Well I do this in my slumber summer . . . .

-- "Dear Summer," Jay-Z [with lyrics flipped by yours truly]

Much like Lynne, I'm going to take a break from blogging and get a handle on things. I got so much trouble on my mind but I refuse to lose.

But this is not a good-bye. Once I get my mojo back, I'll start blogging once again.

Things are cool with me. But I'm looking to further advance in my journalism career. My cushy job that I have now is leaving me very unfulfilled. I did everything that I could possible do at the gig and now I'm pondering which path should I take next in my career.

Plus, I want to enjoy some of this sun. It has been sunny and hot for the past two weeks here on the east coast. The ladies are damn-near bucket nekkid out here, too. The shorties are letting it all hang out in their wife beaters and booty shorts. I'm an old man so all of this stuff is too much for me. I'm seeing way too much camel toe, butt cracks and butt cheeks.

But I'm not mad at cha -- do your thing ladies. And to the fellas, behave yourselves.
And fellas, if you must wear sandles . . . please cover up your crusty, un-pedicured stank feet with socks.

Take it easy. Enjoy the summer.

I'll holla back.