In case anyone is confused, MC doesn't stand for Master Confucius. Though MC's words have an Eastern philosophical edge to them, he is more a master party-er. So much so that I found him one morning, passed out at work with his suit on from the night before—he was partying in the neighborhood and lucky for him he had his company ID to let himself in for a nap.
Today will be like any other day. It begins. It ends.
Armed with these words, a day is blank canvas that is built up then torn down. What relief! No more baggage, or worries or anxieties that tag along from day to day, or even week to month.
I'll take that.
And so will MC—cuz there ain't no way to party until the sun comes up and the day is DONE.
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