Lima's Duvet

Life is funny. That is why Jerry Seinfeld is a household name and why men can't get boners past middle age. I'm not a very religious person (unless you consider keepin' it lite a form of my own "conversation" with the Almighty), but I'm pretty darn sure that whoever is upstairs has a serious sense of humor. I bet homeboy is reading this as I type it and if so you know he's stoked. In four short months I've gone from having a serious knee injury and being unemployed to nailing my dream job down and making serious moves towards possibly stopping drinking during the weekday afternoons.
Why is that when your chips are down the grass on the other side always smells so much better than your shitty ass weed? Why is that every time you think you've got a hold on life it slides through your fingers like a wet flappy labia? Perhaps it's a big old joke that has been going on for centuries. I'de be amped if when everyone is kicking back in heaven, a.k.a. Rosco's Chicken and Waffles, a.k.a. Adrianna Lima's personal duvet, that we'd all be following the comedically predicable humans in their rollorcoasters of struggle back down on Earth instead of "Friends" or for God's sake, "Full House."

"Hey Moses, did you catch last week's episode of "Parker" when he stabbed his friend and then fended off a bum that attacked him with a shopping cart all in one drunken evening? It was classic."
"Shit I fuckin' missed that, I was in Lima's Duvet just kickin' back with the big guy."

I can't wait to chill with Moses, holy shit.