Wednesday, June 08, 2005  Excuse me, I'm feelin' funky  Have you
ever found yourself in a funk and you don't know why? Well, all
day long, I've been feelin' kind of funky, and I don't mean
stinky. There's an undercurrent of anger flowing low toward my
feet and an over current of self pity floating just above my
head. Depression is raging midstream. This confuses a brotha
because everything seems to be in order. Beautiful wife,
intelligent son, a daughter who just graduated high school. A
grandson soon to be born any day now. So how come I'm feeling
like somebody just stepped on my toes, smashed my ego, and
drained what was left of my creative juices? And please don't
send any comments telling me how things will get better 'cause
I'm feeling kinda comfortable in my funkiness. Cozy, like one
might feel relaxing their back on an over-stuffed sofa. Don't
promise me that things will look up 'cause I'm content in this
juxtaposition of happy to be sad. Today, I'm feelin' blissfully
depressed, appreciably perturb and