The Commander

We were brick layers we came to work make money and a living and have families to be giving but then we came to do further things of interest and show our stuff we might be called a band of men who knew what it was to be gruff we played our game in order to gain some fame but we knew when to quit time to say we had enough when we came to show our stuff. We wanted to win and play the game to let others know you win you are smart but when you lose you go down like a dog say bow wow and make a little noise was it a bark?

This on line blog of the name Nerves Galore was launched by the band of men who came to play along with the work we took the break and made the break a game of play it was our way to make the day even if outside the clouds stormy and gray oh I forgot to tell you about The Commander a player who could play the game and talk the bull even cover your eyes with the wool. He pulled a knife he was a black man and mean no man had ever dared to use a knife I sat there rife staring at him with a knife on the table I tried to move but I was hardly able wishing I was in the comfort of my home watching TV on the cable you see he was preaching to me about the sins of high blood pressure my story did not live up to him it did not measure he asked me if I ever saw a man bedridden in a hospital confined due to an illness of the pressures due to the negligence of medical procedures when high blood pressures are not treated properly better to have a knife on the table thrust through my heart than to go on and ignore the high blood pressure. Ever since then I've gone on in life that black man with the knife well he save my life I saw his rage you would think it was enough to make me age no no I don't want to be in a hospital confined as though I was in a cage proceed with this journal you can turn the page.