The Jefe asks some questions that've been on his mind

Is there a God or at least some sort of higher ineffable being?

Is there such a thing as justice in this mixed up world?

Does the little man ever get his say?

What is fair?

I can't give you answers dear reader...

but I can give you this

talk about ineffable
el Jefe

Thank you white-kid w/dreads

What follows is an homage.

To the teenager with blond dreadlocks that came to the hip-hop show.
To me you didn't seem smart but you looked in the know

While I tried to look mean and physically well-endowed
you just stood there unperturbed, implacable, unbowed.

At one point I smelled weed and looked in your direction
But you just stood there, unmoving, with no apparent connection

I wondered, is whitey-locks enjoying the rhymmes?
But you gave no indication, you didn't bump you didn't grind.

I confess I was a little nervous at the hip hop show
Cuz whitey, there were a lot of these large, angry fellows

And though that fact may have given me pause
Your presence reassured me that any shove or faux pas

Could be directly attributed with a quick, discreet nod
To the kid over there with white man dreadlocks

God bless you blondie where ever you may be
Your pupils were dilated and you seemed all at sea

At any rate, Cheers! I hope you scored a ride
From the hip-hop show we saw late last night


Here's to you matey
el Jefe

Ok...
So I'm moving this weekend and this set of sheets which has served me loyally for 3 long years finally gave out and ripped last week. What to do? I only have two sets of sheets and I didn't feel like dirtying my one clean set... I briefly considered just taking the sheet off and repositioning it so that the hole was placed where I don't sleep, but by the time I concluded that was definitely too much work the rip had grown into a huge hole... So today I decided to tape it up so the sheet wouldn't totally disintegrate on me...

I swear that this isn't normal! As soon as I move out these sheets are going into the trash, I just figure I'll live with it till then...

Is that sad?...

Do I even have to ask?
el Jefe