Francis: Hey, I thought we could order some nachos. Cheesy nachos.
Ethan: Not on my watch.
Francis: What!
Francis: Hey! If the moon was made of cheese, would you eat it?
Ethan: I –
Francis: I know I would!
Ethan: Did you get that from SNL?
Francis: what’s Snel? Pour me an adult beverage. Milk! That takes guts.
I know the holidays are usually really bad on crohns.
Crohns is uniquely different for everyone.
That’s what makes it so difficult,
I’ve tried eating smaller portions.
I pretty much run on naps, working out twice a day 25 minutes each.
Steak,or chicken and potatoes, Dr Pepper or alcohol and soup.
I’m pretty much an old man I know,but this keeps my flare ups down and I’m ok with that.
This year has been stressful enough,
Deal with what you can, leave out the rest.
It gets better.
It really does.
Hang in there.
Keep going.
And guys, guys,
You and I do not have to look like some rip off of men’s health or whatever ad hits your email.
I’m healthy this year and it could change in a New York second.
Just be better than you were yesterday, be intentional.
Get fitted for a suit and shirt
Learn to tie a tie.
Write letters
And always bring more than expected to the table. In love, work, and life.
And remember to be the same for yourself.
-E
I’ve been thinking about how to write this one,
It’s pretty simple,
At some point you wake up and you realize
You can’t bring everyone with you.
You can’t rescue everyone.
Your goals, your dreams, that’s yours.
Dream bigger.
Dream until it scares you.
This is yours.
Write a check to yourself.
So big it scares you.
You’ve got to keep moving forward.
It’s easy, too easy, to whine, and be entitled,
But there is no security, only opportunity,
You have to change your perspective…
“What can I do, so I can afford this?”
I’m talking about rich dad poor dad,
I’m talking about growing,
I’m talking about facing your self,
And dying to self.
This bail me out,
Save me,
Me me me me…
I have an excuse….
Excuse your excuse,
It has to die to self.
Because we are growing.
We are committed.
We are looking for opportunity
I don’t have time
To hang out with
“If only.”
I am moving forward.
It’s about what we build
It’s about what we build…
Because what we build…
We can go there
And come back here…
And help one another …
But I can’t do that…
If I stay here…
If I settle back into apathy
Hoping someone or something will come along one day and rescue me…
Because I’m entitled…
No…
I face myself everyday.
And I will consistently be better
Every day…
And I will not quit.
Surround yourself with ambition a new culture of thinking
Where you either thrive and grow or you get left behind…
Life is not fair.
It is not secure,
I watched my dad struggle
My family struggle
But it’s not his fault
Her fault
Or anyone’s fault
And I have regrets …
If I didn’t I would not be teachable I would be stupid…
You have to face yourself.
sit down and dream bigger.
Bigger.
Learn about the things you are not strong in.
Learn about finances.
Learn something new every day.
It’s your life, not anyone else’s.
Why not you?
Why not us?
Why not now?
What else is there?
-E
Look how far we’ve come
You’re dreaming out the silver sun
You say we’re not what we’ve become
The best is yet to come
And what we are
What we are
Stands alone against the painted stars
You solitary man
Up to your heart in velvet sand
What we are can stand
Begin again
Let there be love
Let there be love
-E
Ethan: Are you ready for turkey?
Simon: Turkey!
Ethan: Ham?
Simon: Hamz!
Ethan: Deviled eggs?
Simon: I am a fan of his eggs…
Simon: Have a swinging Thanks for Giving. Pet a dog, or a cat.
Ethan: And if it’s difficult this year, our hearts (and paws) go out to you.
Let there be love.
I’m at a place in my life
Where I’m tired of excuses
Everyone has them
I’m tired of looking for someone else to blame
That ties and binds
I want freedom
And that comes from the liberation
Of accepting responsibility
Rather than surrendering that to something else
——
If I want to change I have to change
I have to face myself
——
I’m for
Whatever gets you through
as long as it doesn’t hurt someone
And as long as we understand
We can’t ask people or expect people to be like us
It’s a very solitary road
But I don’t mind
Just being alive is exciting
You can live passionately
And impact lives
For the better
Without asking them to change
And be like you
Give a hand
To help eachother UP
Help eachother level up
Believe in one another
And your community
There’s room for all of us
Let there be love
-E
Hungry
Have you ever been to the valley?
Flat broke
poor
You better hit the ground running
Work
I’m going somewhere
You’re gonna know my name
Some of you want out of this town
I said I’m gonna buy this town
Cash money
No interest
No ones got nothing on me
You don’t even know me
I said I was heading somewhere
Get with me or fall behind me
I made it
But I ain’t
Stop
You gotta do it again
Hitting the ground running
On fire
Going to be something
Keep something
Be something
Real
I’m talking about Magic
Jordan
You’re playing
Waiting for a dream to show up and inspire you
I’m talking about the Dream Team
Flying like Jordan hitting like Rodman
Being my own inspiration
Motivation
They can’t take it from you
When you can’t quit
I put it all on the table
Now sit back
We ain’t done yet
The score don’t stop
The rings don’t stop
Just because you finally got it
Get it
Cash money
Have you ever been
Hungry?
Flat broke
Working
Reaching
I’m going to be something
You can’t stop
Won’t stop
You ain’t seen nothing yet
I’m on fire from the bones
That made me
All those long nights
Hard fights
110 hour weeks
16 hour days
Two jobs no bread
Uhh
Home up hold up
I said I made it
But I’m not satisfied until I’m satisfied
I’m not trying to be anyone’s hero
I’m playing myself
Trying to scare myself
Like the train Nolan Ryan
Coming in not breaking
Like the Bulls against the Pistons
Taking championships and wins like Saban
I write history
My life has got to be like
My life has got to be like
I saw her
And everything stopped
But I recognized
I was attracted to the moment
I didn’t know her
And I continued on
No one heard time stop
No one heard a heart that was saved
I’m tired
I’m tired
Of this age
Of knowing
I say less
But write more
And I can’t even write letters anymore
I’m just tired …
Maybe there is a hiatus
But is there a hiatus to escape from ones self?
Ones outlook?
Just beyond the light
There is tomorrow
Another line
Another page
A story yet untold
That only you can tell
In your unique way
——///
Our youth
Fields of grain
Too many intersections
And not enough time
——-///
We lived and we tried to feel love
As it was sold to us
We tried to be something
Nothing
Anything
——///
I felt the shift
I felt myself losing tune
Yes tune
We rang loud
And out of tune
We lost touch with people
Humanity
We looked to our palms
And our timelines
But it told us nothing of our times
Twitter is not real
Facebook is not real
It does not give you the supper table
The summer mornings
In the south
The green stalks of corn
The ice storms in winter
The kerosine Heat
——///
We live and die in the hashtag
But we haven’t grown up to maturity
Poverty is more than we can comprehend
It’s a relationship to money
It’s habits
It’s not just wanting and not having
——///
These lives just beyond the light
The gift of life
Look past the last headlines
What we are
We are here
Now
Alive
—-///
More than politics
More than religion
More …
——///
“Be what you were…”
I look at art
At words
Films
From the 90s
And I feel a disconnect
I don’t know this person
This person doesn’t know me
I can’t see the tv from across the room
I keep moving my couch closer and pretending it doesn’t matter ….
Pictures give us words
——///
We are textured
Quilted
Struggled
Immigrants
—-///
Downsizing
Can you downsize the American dream?
We can find answers in 5g speed
We are born with a cellular plan
But we don’t know our neighbour
A pastors struggle on Monday morning
—-///
Are we red and blue state ?
Disconnected
People vote, or don’t vote, for various reasons.
One Party is the single issue party. Or the anti vax, anti mask, lower tax…don’t take my guns?
No, one party is the American dream, Reagan party, read, communicate, write, dream, love your country, write your wife love letters from across the room. You’re groomed from a young age to vote red.
The business owner. Trying to dream.
The other is college kids, millennials, like it or not, woke, sensitive to every issue, minority, apologising, how will the kids make it during this economy?
Most of us are somewhere in the middle not on the fringes…who’ve lived through a handful of economic collapses…
Most of us have lost someone to this virus…
I was talking with a nurse and she was telling me of the horror of a patient dying…of the horror that people still think this is a hoax, the fact that these patients are protected by privacy laws and this creates a gap…and we will never know…but they know…and for them…this is a nightmare…
Now, what do people vote on?
Somewhere in the middle.
We have more in common than we think.
The whole silence is violence
be woke to every single new thing ….
that’s a big tab…
the answer to winning votes and states
is not be the most liberal…
it’s connecting to the country.
We are all Americans.
Unplug from social media,
You can block and unfollow each-other all day long but these are real people with real lives and real votes and they are not going anywhere, they’re our neighbours our mothers our siblings.
what do we all have in common.
Return to the vision. Return to common sense, adulthood …
you can build a platform and a table with room for everyone.
We can’t go back…we go forward…beyond the light…or we fade into oblivion…
These are the great places,
Where you can find solitude
Not just alliteration of words correspondence of sound between one thing or the endings of another
But
A connection of the heart and the soul
Of heaven and earth
Reminded of our brevity and our long reach for eternity…
The wind comes down and cleans us from everything that weighs us down…
This is just one season
Hid away
From everyone
Hoping for something that lasts
Longer than …
Whatever this is…
Has been…
Curious of communication
Of legacy
How shall we escape
If we hold grudges
If we do not hold fast
To the vision
We all are created equal
Pride in our past in what we have accomplished in where we are going…
Those who have risen to high places
Do not hear us …they cannot hear us from the mountain top..they hold the vision
But us here in this bitter earth…
Our daughters hear us
Our children hear us
Our wives hear us
How shall we escape
If we do not hold the vision ourselves ?
I hide away in the great places ….
