New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws clotted to my name, the fucking gratitude.

Be mine, listen to me, I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

There are times in your life when you have been planning for something big, I mean preparing

for something.

You don't shit, you've been fraught and at the mouth over, getting done.

It's crazy how you can froth at the mouth, but you can also froth a latte.

And that's something else.

The only thing is, you can't make any of those fancy designs like a fucking rose or swine

in the froth from your mouth like they do if they got them latte and then the day comes.

You want to get something done and you wake up in the morning feeling like this is going

to be my fucking day.

You will felt like that, but a damn day was yours, or they say, they say, sees the day.

That's one of those days that every fucking thing was going to go your way.

You know the kind of day I'm talking about?

One with nothing but green lights on the road and short lines at the store.

A day where you toss a piece of trash across with office and it should go straight into

your waste of paper basket.

Woo!

Yeah.

Man, that was a nice day.

You wish someone was there to see that.

There was one of those shots and it like goes in and you look around for people to see

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