The Dare...

I dare you to invest your faith in the character of God...

Songs of myself...

in all people I see myself,
none more and not one a barleycorn less
and the good or bad I say of myself
I say of them...

Leaves of Grass

The Look

(gazed, gaz·ing, gaz·es. Gaze is often indicative of wonder, fascination, awe, or admiration: gazing at the stars.)

Sweetie, can you give me that "look"?

What look?

You know, that "look".

What look are you talking about?

The look you use to give me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

It's that look Christine always gives Julius.

And what look is that?.

It's the look that says "you are MY man!"
It's the look that says "my world evolves around you!"

Please...I'm tired.

C'mon sweetie. Show me that look just once. Slightly open mouth, glassy eyes, wide eyed look of wonder. You know, it's that gazing look...

Honey, gazing requires looking up and Julius is much much taller than you.

The End of the World...

"The world's coming to an end"

"Really? When?"

"Well, they say this Saturday"

"This coming Saturday?"

"Yup, this coming Saturday"

"What are you doing this Saturday?"

"We have a wedding to go to...how about you?"

"Going to a birthday party."

"Hey, is that James' 50th?"

"That's the one. You're going too?"

"Yup, right after the wedding."

Mama Fat Anthony

Fat Anthony was my best friend when I was twelve years old. We grew up in the projects together. Mama Fat Anthony believed that a good whupping was good for the child's soul. Every once in a while, Mama Fat Anthony would smack Fat Anthony upside his head for no good reason and I would ask Fat Anthony why Mama Fat Anthony did that and he replied without batting an eye "she says it's an advance for something I'm about to do."