Hey mates, so I think this title explains it all, I come to you on a rainy evening from second floor level of my manic managers singing hall. It's 3 a.m Greenwich mean time. I have spare Macbook from an old friend I'm writing on, I kid you not and it means so god dang much to me. This little machine I've bootstrapped with all my important editing tools for the job, and the sad thing is it resembles a god dang chrome book (with youtube on playing in the background, ( I kid you not YES SIR ) ). Sometimes I may forget my letters and get a little teary eyed. Anyways, here it is without any further introduction: Covid Comes to Africa. I want to follow the viral execution of our fellow black passengers/travelers on this earth. I want to talk about the bottleneck problem why no one leaves africa or comes to Africa. But everyone I know seems to have, right now at this time of evening, has seemed to have, picked up pints and deserted me. Everyone has gone to the bars or got drunk in alleys, and I have one pint downstairs stored in the janitors closet. If ya'll don't mind I hope you submit this brainstorming creative forum to your thread index. So - I may go to that closet now myself and shoot myself in the head - THAT IS WHAT I THINK OF DRUG USE ON THIS FORUM.
-Michael Christian
-Michael Christian
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