My Dirty Boxers

  Life is beautiful but know this and know peace, it will send you lemons at random times... Make of that what you will. (Photo credit: Google) The other day, I was waxing lyrical about how beautiful life is, how dynamic it is and how we must be grateful regardless… My view hasn’t changed in that regard but again, life is fickle. As my left limb rest on the cliff, wide like a stripper on the pole earning his or her quid, someone sent me a message about an old school mate, he passed away on Saturday. It was his birthday the day before, I saw him laughing like it’s no man’s business, he looked healthy and I was even jealous of his leaps in the video I saw… he’s in the morgue now. I was just rounding off the Strategy team meeting earlier today, my teammates were throwing bants at me and I knew if I didn’t get off the Google hangout meeting, I’d keep hearing different shades, I swiped to end the call and a text came in, someone I saw last week, all bubbly now lies in LUTH, needing ...