Truth is what we agree on and I’m not agreeing to anything unless you show me the money, the guns, the proof or convince me with an intelligent argument that covers all the possibles and plausibles. On the other hand, every now and then, I might write something that sets of an imbalance in your Chuck Taylors. It may cause you to pause or stumble. It may cause something to get sucked in or spit out. Hell, you might even turn to you Saturday squeeze and say, “you know what the f… he just said” and that would be cool. I call that Ghetto Mellow.