When I was a kid, I wanted to be a magician so bad. Like, real bad. Not as bad as I wanted an ant farm and a lab built in my room, though.. but bad enough. I would watch that one snitching ass show, y'all know - the one that told you how ol' dude pulled the rabbit out the hat..
wait a minute...
I had to Google it.
It was called "Breaking the Magician's Code: Magic's Biggest Secrets Finally Revealed" and some of you have probably seen it too! Anyway, I would watch that show in hopes of learning how to become a magician, so I could do my own tricks and shock the world. But what I didn't know then was that I AMMMM a magician already.. But I know now and it's been confirmed by those around me.
The other day, my friend Teddy said, "Don't touch my stuff, everything you touch disappears." My eyes lit up! Finally, some damn recognition!! Because it's the truth, everything I touch DOES disappear. Like the day after Teddy said that, I called myself cleaning up and lost my friends' shoe, some athletic ass, crafty ass, important "i-can't-do-what-I-gotta-do-without-my-shoe" typa shoe - it just disappeared, y'all. I was looking for it for like 30 minutes, frantic, sad and ready to cry. I felt so bad, about it. like real bad.
...but then I thought to myself "I mean, I AM a magician!"
Keepin' it Vertical: I need to stop moving so damn fast, I can never remember where I put shit down at.
**This blog post was hand written by Jhoe on the back of her planner because she couldn't find her phone. Shoe and phone were recovered after a 2 man search and some patience.**