I'm an Indian Outlaw...

Half Cherokee and Choctaw, my Baby she's a Chippewoh, She's one of a kind...

So I'm sittin' here in the Big P Town on the old internet, taking care of business. I got a scrumptious bagel sandwich in front of me, tempting me with aromas of cheese upon turkey (Now if that isn't orgasmic, I don't know what is).

This week has been an interesting one. I started monday off with the start to an interesting church camp. This is the camp that is available the neighborhood kids of west philly. For them this is away for the kids and their parents to feel safe. Now the day could have been a lot better, however, I recieved some very interesting news about the old Atown (Now if you don't know what I'm talking about... "don't worry about it"-Marcus Armstrong). That threw a gynormous kink in my step. I went from a somewhat confident swagger to a flaccid dog (that makes absolutely no sense).

It's crazy how in what seems like an instance, the world changes. And yes it's the world to me, cause my life is my life. I mean I can try as hard as I want, but the world is my life, because through my eyes that's all I see. I'm not being selfish, I'm just living life. Anyways, off of that rabbit trail. It seems how change can affect you whether it be directly or indirectly. It opens your eyes a little bit more, and it can either make you trust God more or less. I guess that's why Faith is called Faith.

Well, I really don't have much to say. Well... I have a lot, but at this instance its a jumble. A jumble that is better off in my head. I need to eat this sandwich. Peace, Love and Shaka...

Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
Remoy Philip