fifty 3!!!

What’s up? It’s JB!!!

Today I turned 53.

52 is gone and now part of my past. 

However, it brought changes that will forever last. 

New acquaintances health fears and anxiety. 

To go along with old friends worry and my love of 3’s. 

For so long taking the worry to the worse possible extreme.

Knowing the outcome will probably be better than worse, or somewhere between.

Enough of this shit it’s my birthday no more pity.

I just spent a great time in NY City.

Ahhhh, the NY life with my 2 queens.

Getting contact highs on the streets and from the Kreme.

No horses were freed, art jacked or tats gotten.

But all the memories will never be forgotten.

We were still able to gain some fame. 

At our go-to Starby’s they know us by name.

We spent most times walking endlessly outside.

But took time to sit down and enjoy The Ride.

Hamilton, Burr and crew showed unbelievable flow,

But for me, my boy King George stole the show.

Dre almost got took out by an Islander fans cane.

That all right cause the Bolts brought the pain.

The musical Kimberly Akimbo was unbelievably bold.

Her search for happiness against all odds will never get old.

Highlanders have their shit together, you just got to listen.

Just take them to dinner at PS Kitchen.

I’m proud of my queens, no longer girls.

It’s true what they say you Run The World.  

So no fear guys, JB is just a bit stuck.

But the sarcasm is still High Key as fuck!!!

Family and Friends I promise you this.

Quality time, life experiences and happiness I wish.

Along the way many lives I will strive to positively influence.

While I  slowly attempt to bring my 3 selfs into congruence.

Love you all. Peace!!!

















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