it is his time.
he will not be denied.
he is chasing his destiny.

he will go down as a legend.
i believe.

i am a nowitzness.

i'm just kickin' at a buddie's workplace. he's got a basketball hoop in his warehouse.

i just buried a few three's from the elbow's extended.
my sweet spot.

flashback:

(the final game of my high school career)

my team, the haltom buffaloes, are playing the most hated l.d. bell blue raiders at their home court. we are barely a .500 team and they can clinch a spot in the playoffs with a victory.

i get fouled with three seconds left in the game and we are trailing by 1. i am sent to the line for the front end of a one-and-one. tommy maddox, their star player and my nemesis and motherfucking quarterback of the pittsburgh fucking steelers with a goddamn super bowl ring and shit, calls time-out and says to my face, "don't choke".

i come out of the time-out and nail 'em both.

i run up to his face and call him a cocksucker.

he knows i'm right.


the end,

scott