Today’s letter is brought to you by the letter C; it is a consonant, but not constant like the deep blue Sea. Today’s letter is also brought to you by the letter G, but it is not found in the liturgy.
Words are like the ocean they’re set in motion and we all have our favorite vowel. Vanna White I’ll buy a letter ‘A’.
Sometimes words are funny to me-I hear them. I smell them. I taste them. I see them. I arrange them on the page like droplets of paint, but I am no Jackson Pollock, and I prefer Herb Lubalin.
Also, today’s letter is brought to you by the letter T, but it is not that which you drink, it is not tea. I’ll have mine Earl Gray. I say, oh, Nae Nae…For some,it is a random thought, 
but for me, “it is the way.”
I often don’t have control over how I think and feel, and if I am perceived as weird. I don’t know how it makes me feel? And, I don’t care too much to bother; instead, I focus on what I can do and embrace who I am and sometimes bark like a seal, that is my humor, that is my brand.
I’m a silly boy baked in the sun of a hot afternoon day. My brain is not fried. I have not yet died. I’m getting through this somehow. My thoughts are on good things I’m tempered of steel and finer things, I trust the process of what I am made of and what I will be. For some it will be to grow old and wear a toupee and for others it will be wavering and hell to pay.
One last word before I go—it’s okay to say yes and it’s okay to say no but, only say no if you don’t know, and yes, only if you really mean it, but if you know, you know so I know, and I will go and be happy with the funny words that come my way.