Recently, the people in my circle have been giving me my flowers (so to speak) while I'm alive. I love that. I have thee dopest people around me. My circle is filled with talented, focused, driven individuals. They are all professionals within their respective fields and its so inspiring to be able to bounce ideas off them.
Far too often we don't realize the impact someone has on us until they're no longer among us.
I've felt that type of regret and I told myself I would try my hardest to not let it happen again. When the people around me inspire me, I tell them. When the people around me don't see the dopeness in themselves I try to show them. Like sis, don't make me have shake the shit out of you for you to see YOU. And because you took the time to support me by reading this, I have a message for you:
YOU ARE DOPE.
Cooked crack, dope. Blanco moving them thangs, dope. Bent spoon in the 80s, dope. Dope, dope, dopety, dope.
So don't fucking forget it. Ever.
xo,
Glen
