No doubt young Pimpin!

talking to myself from the past

I'm modernizing that project you're paying so much attention to detail on, into a production called PRI

It was kind of you to speak directly to your reader (yours truly) and you were right (cocksucker). I ended up reading it and chuckled at the shout-out.

I have some good news and some bad news. which one do you want to hear first? like I don't know...

The bad news is she's gone. You had a lot of difficult days but you faced every one with dignity and an absolute refusal to quit. oh btw you died for 55 seconds last Palm Sunday and lost your spleen in a motorcycle accident. Still didn't #give_up though.

You stubborn little shit.

Nonetheless I'm quite proud of you. you showed up, you did the absolute best you could, whatever that meant that day.

you kept your word. that's what I'm most proud of.

and you did it for the right reasons.

but the good news, oh man the good news made it so fucking worth it.

You drank from a cup and tasted ambrosia that most men never get to taste

and you sipped it with gratitude for 10 years my boy. y'all were really there for each other. no matter what. she was your queen👸

she helped you learn how to walk again from another motorcycle accident. And then a year later she got cancer and you had to help her walk. and you saw her fight harder than the toughest mutherfucker you've ever seen. you you demanded the best from her doctors, but more importantly yourself. and every time you pray you hear her whisper back just a little bit. you pray a lot. Now all I need you to ask of me, young man, is to keep being Worthy of that honor as I grow older.

now get back to work. I need you to get that next algorithm right because I fucked it up again and had to fix it again 20 years later. how about that? no I mean literally the same issue. only this time in a language called Swift. it only took having a conversation with the geophysicist who invented that algorithm to understand fully.

you did get it right by the way. even he said so. thank you boy.

I love you like a fat kid love cake.

In the name of Jennifer King Pelatari, long live the queen 👸

ciao!

🏴‍☠️

PS: PostXING works on an Android now, and iPhone, but it's called Writeous Plume. I'd explain more but you wouldn't believe me.