Whilst fluffing my afro this morning a bitch overheard the news of a certain Terrell Owens and his alleged suicide attempt.
Terrell Owens, who plays football for the Dallas Cowboys, may or may not have tried to kill himself yesterday. He says he didn’t…the Dallas Police are currently incoherent on the matter…but Terrell held a press conference to deny it and his denial was then backed up by his representative’s statement.
“Terrell has 25 million reasons why he should be alive.".
Which caused this bitch to pause mid afro fluff and hit rewind followed by play…twice.
$25 million reasons to be alive.
$25 million reasons to be.
I must have watched that shit 20 times.
For real...a bitch was late to work!
It really disturbed me…which was disturbing on its own, since a bitch couldn’t pick Terrell Owens out of a line-up.
$25 million reasons to get up in the morning?
To not kill yourself?
It just doesn’t work that way.
If it did, a lot of rich people wouldn’t be dead.
I finished getting dressed and that press conference kept spinning around in my mind.
It was both illuminating and so very sad...I feel as if I’m in mourning for something.
Something about watching a room full of reporters shoot questions at a man who may or may not have tried to kill himself less that 24 hours ago…and then watching it wrap up with his public relations rep saying he has $25 million reasons why he should be alive felt wrong.
Mayhap this way of thinking is the new norm in a world where churches preach the gospel of greed and the faithful worship material things?
If Terrell Owens isn’t happy with $25 million dollars then what does that say about us regular folks?
If money and the things it can buy isn’t what gets his ass up in the morning what does?
Which brings me back to 25 million reasons to be alive.
In this new normal...where greed is good and wealth is the reward for the prayerful...$25 million dollars equals 25 million reasons to be alive.
Oh mercy, mercy me...things sure as shit ain't what they used to be.