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O.G. Gangsta, whatcha ya trying to do?
You have to know that I come looking for you.
Don’t play me as your fool!
I’m white, but I have been around the block or two.
So hide your crap if you don’t want me to take it from you.
Next time, you will be riding in style in the back of my car
All the way to juvenile hall, which isn’t that far.

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When I began reading Fakiegrind on a regular basis, I wasn’t sure if Flatlander was being sarcastic or truthful about collecting action figures. I thought it was a little odd and juvenile. Little did I know a few weeks later while cleaning out our garage, Audrey would find a Luke Skywalker action figure still it’s box. It was given to her while she was in high school as a gift from a friend. I placed Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight, on a bookcase in my office. I would often examine it, looking over all of it’s details and reading the print on the box. Whenever I held it in my hand, it would begin to temp me. It would whisper in my ear, "buy me some friends."

Well one day, while at Longs Drug Store, there was a lone Stars Wars Action Figure on clearance. I couldn’t resist the deal and temptation to bring Luke home a friend. Weeks went by with just two action figures sitting on my bookcase and then on a crazy, whirlwind of a weekend, I went manic and binged on Star Wars action figures. By Sunday I had added six more figures to my collect. By October 21st, I grew my collection to an impressive 12 figures!

This morning I asked myself, at what point did I become a Star Wars Geek? Was it when I ordered Darth Maul on Ebay? Was it when I began cruising the toy isle of stores, scoping out action figures? Was it when my collection grew to 10, 11 or 12? Was it last night, when I could not longer resist the temptation to break them out of the boxes? Or was it this morning when I began to take pictures of them? Maybe it is tonight, as I am planing to take General Grievous to bed with me.

Winter is still a couple of months away, but it seems to have arrived early in my heart.
Unmotivated, unloving, undesirable, un-teachable, unapproachable poor soul I have become.

May the beauty of the winter snow cover the ugliness I feel until I find a fire that is warm enough to warm my soul again and bring it back to life.

I have been thinking a lot about Jason’s latest blog posting. I think we all live life with a degree of arrogance. None of us think twice about today being possibly our last and we most certainly don’t live like it. I am not suggesting that we live life in fear, that tomorrow is going to be our last and that we run around like Chicken Little, crying " The sky is falling, the sky is falling!" Living life in fear would be just as bad as living life with arrogance. I am thinking, instead of living life in fear or arrogance, we should live life with confidence. We should be confident that if our time were to come tomorrow, nothing would be left unsaid; confident that we would stand before judgment unashamed; confident that we live a loving, selfless life to the best of our ability.

Jason, be confident in all that, as well as be confident in your ability to give everything you have to beat the cancer.

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!

Oh, and Columbus day too.