I felt like I was moved via sling shot from this festering highly karmic swap of dysfunctional dynamics and ugly personalities and oppressive environments, through the sky, through every later of the atmosphere into a boxing ring in the thermosphere.
Kell is across from me and we’re surrounded by the deep rich heavenly blue of a negotiated liaison between earth and space.
“You ain’t want it, boi!”
I smile.
And we charge at each other.