Chicken being the gracious host he is, stops at a roadside place for beves as we get closer to Negril. Diane is our bartender. We have a nice chat and meet her pickneys, so cute. I pull out a big chocolate bar for everyone to share.

Back on the road with Chicken and a bigger grin. He is pointing out landmarks along the way. Quizzing me on parishes/capitals. I remember chatting again about music. Dancehall this time. About how much trouble Kartel got himself in admist such a successful time of his life. And about ways we deal with anger. Our choice in that moment can result in such destruction. It takes a strong conscious descision to re-direct that anger in a more productive way. I try to teach my kids to stop and take deep breaths. My daughter's preschool teacher has taught her another way - to "go into your turtle shell" when you feel upset and need some time to think.

There's that dang turtle reference again

I hear Popcaan got Kartel's girl preggers.