It is September 23rd, 2025 and the world is wondering if the Rapture will take place tonight or the 24th. I want to tell you a Rapture story. The one and really only time I got caught up in the human-hoopla of it all. I must've been about seven or nine years old. We were living in this groovy house that I wish i could go back today and buy [there was a short Julie mango tree in the yard]. Anyways, some pastor dude on TV [local, I think], who was NOT my own pastor, said that the Lord would show up that very weekend. I remember my grandmother laughing, walking up the stairs from the living room to the kitchen side. I was sitting down watching this report on TTT [the one local tv station at the time - Trinidad & Tobago Television] thinking about all of it. You see, I was already studying adult theology classes at my young age. People tell me I was bantering philosophy with my grandfather since I was four. Religion and Philosophy and the understanding of all things were my ...
I don't know if you're watching. I don't know if you care. I certainly don't know if blogs are sexy anymore but ... here we are. It is March, 2025, and like Carrie Bradshaw, I too don't fully know what I'm doing. Which is hilarious when I look back on my old posts and still didn't know what I was doing. This is and election year in my country. I have a lot to say. Maybe even videos to produce ... but I also have nothing to say. It is 2025 and I am apparently 43 and I've appropriated that one song to say, "nobody likes you when you're 43" because ... really. [hums to self: "the state looks down on sodomy" hahaha. ah that song was good, wasn't it?" I didn't intend to come here now with word vomit; probably later I'll have something actual to say. Probably I'll exchange procrastination with discipline and RESUME my bloglike ways because it used to be FUN. Circumstances... not so much, but blogging? Yes. Anyways,...