Thing is; that was last year’s slogan and I’ve just kept on tapping and here I am still looking for the glory of Michael Jordan in the trees of Anywhere East Rockies
It dawned on me, the sixth season, Michael and Phil Jackson’s desire for one more championship despite the opposition from management whom Michael would taunt and make fun of
It’s been a long road of my own; and like Michael I share many things: especially the degenerate parts
He was a gambler and degenerately competitive
He would find some reason or thing you did that deserved retribution
I’m a degenerate
And I know how it feels to want something really badly and having to pay a cost for it
Does mine end up with a championship or the realization that I’m a complete fool; a buffoon if you will
My greatest obstacle besides myself is the super and I can never remember the name? Then I always think of tsunami, which it might as well be and I can only spell because of all the signs on the Island
Pink Floyd won’t even go there
In true degenerate fashion; Elnino!
Thank you
And it’s a
Super
One!
