Hey, what's up? So this is a very interesting message that I'm sending out. This is from

my man, Richard Herring, who told me that he works clearing stones from a field. I don't know if I've

heard of that job, but, you know, I guess it's definitely hard labor, you know,

lifting stones, depending on what size of stones are. But I guess it's also a job that has to be done.

And, you know, I've always told people there's no menial jobs. It's just menial people.

You know what I'm saying? Anything I do is important. If they got me

doing it, it's important. So nothing but respect, Richard, you know, for this particular occupation.

And now, then you ask me some philosophical things, you know, like what do I think about this kind of

work? I got nothing but respect for work, period. You know, whatever somebody does

to earn a living has to be respected. Now, then you ask me how quickly human life passes

compared to the endurance of a stone. Richard, what are you trying? You trying to fuck my head up?

Human life is short.

By the time you actually realize that you got things to do and you're grown and you're an adult, life is pretty much gone.

So, you know, if anything, I tell people I'm time poor, you know, even though I plan on living to 100, that's still nothing in comparison to the life of a stone.

And then you ask me, is ice a type of a stone?

I guess it could be. I guess if you get hit in the head with a brick or get hit in the head with a big block

ice, it would feel the same. And then your final question was, who controls your destiny?

We're all going to die. So I think we have a little bit of control and what goes on while we're alive, you know, we have a lot of

control in that. We have a lot of control in our mental state. But I don't know if there's any

outside forces. I have no proof on that. So I'll say we control our own destiny to an extent.

Then there's bad luck.

Yo, Richie, why are you trying to fuck my head up, man?

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