Another Cripmas around the corner and she quarrels over some Christmas sticks I put around the house, so it’ll smell good till we put the tree up. Reading the paper I have an outburst, thought she’d appreciate the fresh sniffs, but I was wrong. So often good acts unnoticed, but mistakes never missed or ceased to be reminded of.
Drug Queen did warn me the 74’s could bring out the Scrooge; could explain the disproportionate anger. Funny how doctor Burns was spittin some verbal ammunition, for anger is a “moral emotion” –perceptions of unfairness or injustice.
So, I whip out the tree, lights, and ornaments, and get to work while the Four-Legged Queen of Darkness contemplates me curiously. And I think about what my buddy said: “Auntie once told me I’d never amount to anything,” but now my buddy takes down bad guys running through forests under palmettos.
But “that’s just how shit go in the struggle, motherfucker…” right Biggie?