Showing posts with label tales from the crypt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tales from the crypt. Show all posts
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Jimmie Verlin Glover
Well gals and gal pals, you know who it is and you know what i am here to do, so lets get it. First, christmas and new year have come to pass for 2008 making it a full flavor extra strength 2009. My christmas was lined in disaster as my good ol grandma died the day after. My grandma was sharp as a tac, she should have been a mathematician she could crunch numbers like a kid do candy. She hunted deer and raised chickens, and she never ever at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever forgot a date, i mean never, holidays, birthdays anniversaries she knew them all by heart. She only drove a dodge, she had a .38 revolver she kept by her bed at all times. She has given me more that i can even begin to explain in words. I saw her on thanksgiving to which it had been a year before then and i must express to you that i truly have come to understand what guilt is. On top of all of this she worked hard all her life, in plant nurseries, she drove a cab for a while too, then gramps taugt her how to be a carpenter. They painted and varnished and demo'ed and all the things you can possibly imagine that can be done to a home. She smoked cigarettes til the day she died, and let me tell you, i have already begun to steer clear of those tempting tasty newports. Its true, the death of the greatest person in my life struck fear in places that i thought were impossible to feel anything and have caused a chain of events to get off the nicotine and back on the tar free lung scene. Anyhow rep where and ya stay. Nikia jones out.
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