Death.......!

I welcome death. Maybe by saying this I will be jinxed and die, but I've been saying this for the last three years. I'm still here! I've been welcoming death ever since I fell in love with a woman that was thousands of miles away from me, and the chance to be with her seemed like a dream.

I made that dream come true for a short period of time and I treasured every second of every day that I lived. I was very careful of everything, possible fights, getting sick, eating healthy, everything! Now that my dream is over, (for now), I'm back to that phase of my life where I just don't give a fuck. I welcome death, if he dares to take me. I think God has a plan for me that is why he hasn't taken me as yet.

I remember when I was a likkle boy in Jamaica, one day when I was playing around at Half Way Tree Primary School. I saw a bee, I never liked bees. I think either a summer before or a few months ago a bee stung me on my belly. So I was a bit upset with them at that time. Well when I saw this bee I chased it, chased it to the garbage area, it landed n some garbage and I took a big swipe at it with my fist

Little did I know that there was a corned beef can the bee landed on, and to all those who know how these cans are know how Sharp the metal is on it when it is open. So the bee landed on it, I went to strike it, it flew away, I hit the can, I cut myself, thus being scared for life. As I sit at work and write about this experience I can't help but rub the scar I received that day.
I think that day God showed me not to mess with his creatures. He spared the bees life and gave me a scar so O would never forget. But did I????

There was also a time when I was in Jamaica I use to run around the place killing little green lizards with a stick. I was so fascinated by the fact that the tail still wiggled when it gets detached from their bodies. Well the fascination became my obsession, I around striking at every lizard I saw. Then there cam a time there were none to be found. I felt like a stone cold killer and the funny thing about that is that today I own an Iguana. Well I would not say own it, I take care of one. Ain't life funny.

This feels like a fucking essay for school or something.

So God showed me that because your bug doesn't mean I had the right to ill his creations and gave me a scar to never forget that. Also because I went around and killed a bunch of lizards he destined me to take one of the big lizard, my Iguana, "Omega".

That's Life, Peace!!