All bets are off, I appreciate all blessings. The irony as my minister this morning called the church to congregate in the prayer room wanting to say he’s done. The clock only heightened by your beautiful recanting. I was told by the creator, be the gangstar maverick, there will be no one else. I’m not the grime, but I can’t do it in the long and unfortunate sense… the darkness has infiltrated and I’ll sit in the unbearable lightness of being.. maybe you haven’t been asked to go sideways, but I have. A misfit for God!