In motion, can’t get real soon enough.

Watching my body come back to life from the injury has been everything. Blood is flowing and my muscles are filling out, back to normal. I’m hitting the bag for 8x 3min rounds at half power and it’s fixing my brain.  I should take pictures of myself as I get healthier. Actually, I should have started about 4 weeks ago.

I have a few interesting things to post this week. I wasn’t able to get things into shape to post today because I ran out of time getting ready for the trip I’m now on. Coming up this week:

• Duck goes undercover in hiphop clubs in Brooklyn and records conversations with females about what they’re doing there, what they see and pay attention to. One results in Duck being propositioned by a Beyonce look alike who says Duck was a black man in white skin. Mmmmm, saucy.
• Duck stops a fight between a drunk person and a sober person on the sidewalk and records the audio, no one gets hurt and Duck gets to proselytize the problem of fighting while intoxicated and convinces the two men to do it right the next day (secretly knowing they won’t want to do it by then).
• Duck secretly records a debriefing with police between an inebriated tenant of his building who “accidentally” broke into another unit in the building and shit on that person’s bed. It was the most bizarre thing Duck has encountered in NYC yet.
  Plus side: An amazingly bizarre and disturbing mystery to try and figure out. Negative side: Duck had to mop human feces off the floor of a common area (because otherwise an elderly, half-blind and crippled woman would have had to do it. Lace up the Rude Boys! (with pictures!)

Defy the idiocy you see around you,
You’re right,
Carve the future according to your will,
Because otherwise you’re going to get fucked in the ass
By a big dumb machine,
That’s programmed to bribe souls,
And ruin people who could have done
Great things instead of living to die for the pleasure of
Distraction instead of purpose,
With their one and only life
Before non-existence, again.