advance happy bday

everyday i live as if its the last day i live. i eat as if its the last meal i'll have. i sleep as its the last night i sleep. i work as if its the last day i work. i do my best as if its the last. i might be dead in a few seconds after i right this post. no drafts to this one just flowing thoughts and inking right away.

2009 was an awful year for me. this year hit me like i was the confident Hatton and Paquiao was on steroids. i looked in the mirror and ask myself where am i now? i wasn't born with a trust fund. I grew up eating sardines out of a can shared with mates and heaps upon heaps of rice after a nice long game of basketball without shoes on. i quench thirst from a soft-drink so damn labored through "spots" , "drives" and "follow-ups". life was never the same again. getting old is inevitable.

question for Noms:
what will you write next?

"dont fuck with me bitch!"