sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken

(I got sick last night and took some Nyquil- it hasn't worn off yet.)

so there you have it.

But that's not the point.

I put a relaxer in my hair this morning and a strand of hair saturated with this chemical fell directly on my face. It stung.

But that's not the point either.

There's a saying, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life". Well what about the day you die? You never know when that day is going to come so how do you live by this mantra? You don't. You simply don't.

You live, you learn. And the more we come to know the less secure we are the strict layout of the universe.

"Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high. 'Cuz you never know when you're gonna go..." - Nas and AZ.

In that song, Nas speaks of his "born day" and how he has lived twenty years of blessings. Everyday is your birthday. It's a day that you've never seen before and will never see again. Every day should be celebrated because congratulations, you've made one step closer to your death. Could be to-day...could be Tuesday - you never know.

What a sorrowful way to look at life, right? Wrong! Think back to what Hamlet said in his to be or not to be speech. "To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to..." Maybe it gets greater later. Maybe after death there is something more magnificent than we could ever dream of.

I've never spoken to a dead person but if I ever wake up dead I'll let you know what it was like.

So the point is to celebrate every day by sticking feathers up your butt while getting high because Hamlet's gonna come back from the dead and kill you on Tuesday by stabbing you with a chicken after you just finished relaxing your hair.