There once was a man, (the title kinda gave it away , irris what irris).
This man was always in a constant state of perpetual motion, with his beliefs on one hand , big mouth on the other and a uncanny retention of information. Basically a self proclaimed perfect homosapien.
Some called him a ‘hero’ ,others said he was full of sh*t (aren’t we all). Some ladies even said ,he had the ability to get audacity.
Walking around with the perception that he was God’s gift to man, he had one rule, which was, never to sire offspring. For the world already had him , another would be too much.
On this gloomy, teeth grinding , hot shower, brass monkey weather , he walks around with a black pull neck accompanied with a gold chain and a long trench coat ,(my guy out here looking like Wesley Snipes). The only things missing is a buzz cut , shady sunglasses, leather pants and a sword to fit the bill ,like the animals in the Kenyan currency .
“Im afraid our time is up , shall we continue from there next week.”
I node in agreement but with a sense of doubt . Knowing even when you pay to be listened to , there’s always a condition involved.
All this from a therapist’s couch.
To be continued.
The nadir 