I haven’t enjoyed an Easter weekend since I was probably a teenager. I remember that I would always go to Coney Island after church. I would have to beg and plead that I wasn’t going to see any cousins. I always felt that seeing certain family members after church will defeat the purpose of giving praise. My mom was super religious and called the majority of the family sinners and just plain evil. She was somewhat right, some are just not good. Anyway, this Easter weekend was extremely productive.
“Wait!! Are you serious? Are you afraid? Omg!! I couldn’t!” These are the questions that my friends and associates are asking me. The answer to those questions are yes, no and you couldn’t because you’re not me. Since the pandemic, I’ve been able to freelance. Due to the changes happening at work. I’m still working at the salon. It’s just not as much. So…..
Went to visit my best friend. It’s been a minute since we’ve gotten together and just bug the hell out. It was pouring down raining when I jumped in the Uber. I mean it looked like it would for hours. So I decided to leave Genesis at home. There goes riding through Central Park.