this morning #1378.

this morning, though overall i felt ever so small, all of my instincts told me to stand tall. i may not get another chance to prove myself to the group. i had to bring my best. what did i have to lose? nothing at all. i went over to the mirror. ran a little pomade through my hair. let a lock fall in the front to give an air of “nary a care.” like…whatever, man. my hair’s a floppin’. it’s no big deal. deal with it, yo. all told, with the hair & my freshly pressed shirt & silk tie, i looked hella fine. no way they can deny that. i just can’t let them know how crazy nervous i am beneath it all. unfortunately, my looks can’t do all the talking. they’re likely going to want to know what i’ve got going on beneath it all.