Epic Times Call For Epic Beats. Yes they do, and I will provide them … in the meantime, need to say:
Never written on this thing before … it’s about time.
You. Depends on how I look at it.
All I know is I gotta keep on moving, and like always, think of my grandpa:
My grandpa was a POW under the japanese in Japan and the Philippines for the majority of WWII. He was a teenager then, engraved with a wisdom that has he still carries today at 86. He has seen things that most people can’t even wrap their mind around. His experiences and the subsequent knowledge he gained about life can never be matched by anything I could possibly learn in the future. The effect his life has had on my thought processes over the past few years is amazing. Nothing is hard for me. That’s because nothing can be thrown my way that could be even relatively difficult to deal with compared to what what he went through. I’m solid. Ready to go. Always aware of it too.
Time for epic beats …
right after the rest of this pile of coastal and midevil spanish literature homework… shit ;)