Having nothing to do with nothing
Just came from hanging with my brother in law for a minute. I had forgotten basketball, like to play it myself, for years. Easy to forget, I was the guy you wouldn't be pissed to chose rather than the guy you wanted to choose. Still, felt good shooting around...I kept short-arming shit, though…
And I just deleted two Nigerian-style (because, you see, the widow was from Benin) scam comment spams.You know, that they apparently have enough success to keep doing shit like that seriously disappoints me. I am prepared to lower my estimation of human potential.