This blog will be written in verses
Written by nick to disperses 🙂
The thoughts from the day
And the very odd way
The tribe has so many damn nurses.
Yes, today was the loveliest morn
To Justin Berk you might call it porn
A reprieve from the cold
Made the morning quite gold
While not a single ace of diamonds was torn
But don’t be fooled to thinking it was easy
That hill would challenge Young Jeezy.
And it’s not very cute
but someone did puke,
Chow Mein for breakfast can make you quite queasy
For most of us, yes, we try to work hard
but sometimes a workout catches you off guard
so you lay down to nap
in your big fuzzy cap
and dream of…..hold on. WAIT A SECOND!
Is anyone else not liking the way this blog is going?
You know when you start something and you think it’s a really, really good idea, and then you get like 3 limericks into it and you decide, shit, this is really terrible isn’t it? This type of thing happens to me all the time. Just ask anyone who ever tested out my automatic head scratcher “The Real Head Scratcher!” TM. Or perhaps ask the kind folks who willingly acted out my script for a play titled ” A One Man Rap Battle.” DEFINITELY ask my family, the lovely people that tested out that mayonnaise substitute I created called ” Mayoglaze.” It was like 95% bacon grease and a dash of white food coloring for flavor.
The point of all this is to say…my ideas are usually terrible. Rarely do I make it to three limericks. NEVER have I made it to two years.
But, if Sydney’s math is right, i’m pretty sure that NP_BAL is two years old next week. Besides the fact that in no way was NP my idea, I may have had a very minimal part in bringing it to Baltimore, so the fact that we have made it this far as a community is pretty remarkable. It leads me to only one conclusion…
I need to revisit that ” The Real Head Scratcher” idea.
(Please note, I would like to take as little credit as possible for NP. The above section was a joke in order to save a badly bruised limerick blog post. You guys get all of the credit…I’ll call you the bacon grease to my white food coloring.)
Without getting too serious. Next week we celebrate two years. Two years of all sorts of debauchery, hugs, random fucking bounces and a lot of sweaty friendship (take that for what it’s worth). For some of you, it’s just a workout group, for some of you it’s your entire friend network. Wherever you are on the spectrum, we love you being here.
For our two year anniversary we’re not doing anything spectacular because I feel that celebrating too hard would jinx us and I don’t plan on having this evaporate into nothingness. Regardless of what happens to me, Pat or Syd, NP is going to be there long into the future.
However, do note that as we move into year 3, we’re going to start asking more questions and pushing to bring more to our city as a community. You guys have created an awesome group, full of caring individuals, motivated to make the world a better place. In year 3, there is lots of positivity to be spread throughout the city and throughout the world and we’re going to want your help. We’re going to want your help expanding the NP love fest to as many communities as we can. We’re going to want your help cleaning up our city. We’re going to want your help strengthening our own community while also helping other communities grow. We’re going to want your help building a city we’re all proud of. I encourage you to think ridiculously large and then bring those ideas to the table.
We are the people we have been waiting for.
You guys get me jazzed to be a human in 2016. I can’t wait to see what we can do. Year 3. Bring it.
As always, Take Big Bites Out of Life.
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