this morning #6.

this morning, he was ready. he was ready to show the world. the world kept kicking back, day after day after day. kickback was a bitch. his boss was one too, a little bitch stuffed into little bitch suits, with a smirk that calmed the room. he had probably woken at dawn next to his hot-ass wife and/or mistress all amidst his giant-ass bed. the thunder clapped outside as he made up the sheets on his brand-new futon & strode to the kitchen to show the world. with grit & determination & four other words he'd embraced from a self-help book, he made his grits. he made his protein shake. he got used to acai. he ran a few miles. he listened to jazz at a reasonable volume. he put on his version of cool & went out to his car with a feeling today was the day he would duel.