Time on my hands since you’ve been away, boy. I ain’t got no plans, no, no no, no. And the sound of the rain against my window pain is slowly, slowly driving me insane. Boy, I’m going down. I’m going down ‘cause you ain’t around, baby. My whole world’s upside down. — I’m Going Down by Rose Royce

An insane must be what I am y’all cos I been standin here diggin in dis groun for a good 20 minutes and da dirt ain’t moving . I’on know what kinda dirt they got here but I ain’t never not been able to bury my bone. 😦

An instead of heppin me, Mama T sittin there all cuddled up w/her Kindle. E’ry na an again she might look at me but mostly she just letting me do this on my own.

Mama T: That’s because you’re digging in the sofa and unless you plan on tearing it up, you are not going to make much progress with that bone so stop.

What da hell else I’m sposed ta do roun hea? Ain’t like I got friends or nuthin? An on topa all dat, it’s hot as frackin Hades. We got some rain yesterday but it’s mostly sunny an blazin so I be at home chillin.

An if all dat ain’t bad enough, turns out that da day we met Mr. Steven was a fluke. He’on look like that all da time. He be mostly lookin scary, like he stuck his hand in a socket an he bout a minute from leavin dis world.

So I just lay here pantin, missin my boyz an tryna plan my escape. If y’all see Mike or Fiddy, tell em I said hey an come bust me outta here.

I’m going down. I’m going down ‘cause you ain’t around, baby. My whole world’s upside down.

Laters,
PD