Ain't this bout a bitch!!!!!

First of all, thanks to all of those who read and commented on my inaugural post...Much love to my TOS FAMILY..love y'all niglets....but anyway, as the title states, Ain't this bout a bitch, ummmm, naw, not yet, there'll be plenty of time for that, as I said in my first post, I'm just gettin started, (ain't got this back linking shit down yet); But that's what I said when I got home last night..."ain't this bout a bitch!!!!!"....First, we lost our softball game, by the mercy rule, no less......then, my damn fish died......now before y'all say wtf, and why am I trippin over a fish dying, get this...in my zone, I'm thinking, all of this has another meaning, a deeper meaning....not immediately clear at the outset, but looking into the situation, and analyzing...as I do....I think of all the variables involved....basically trying to make sense of it....cause nothing is always what it seems....we can argue til the cows come home, but it ain't so....For every action, there's an opposite, but equal reaction..mathematically speaking, everything has an inverse.....So why did my fish die, and what does it mean?? I bought the fish, from a friend of mine, sJea , about 2 months ago....First time ever having a fish, so I kinda expected him to die...soon...like within 48 hours...but he didn't....so here we are today, two months later; This weekend, he was alive...this morning he was alive, cause I was even planning on gettin him some more food this evening.......after I got the tank cleaned.......sJea plays with softball with me, and said time permitting, she would follow me home this evening after the game, and show me how to clean the tank.....cool....not knowing we would get our ass kicked, ....sorry, we did....and I pitched, so I can talk....our game ended early...from East Point to May-retta, ain't down the street...however, sJea followed me home......to do a good deed....And I just be damned, the fish dead! Dead as a doorknob....all stiff and shit, gills spread out.....nasty, if you ask me.......first thing sJea asked me, "you been feedin him alot?" ummmmm, yeah, I was gon' get him some food after I cleaned the tank, in fact.....she said "boi, what I told you?".........Initially, I had followed sJea's instructions, and fed him every few days, and all was cool.....but for some unknown reason, lately I had been feedin the thing everyday, and tellin folks all he did was eat and lie around....sJea told me those were his characteristics, so I thought it was all normal.......fully expected the fish to be alive when sJea came to clean the tank....but he wasn't, and I was quite dumbfounded to say the least......like how fuckin ironic is this.......cause I had even been askin sJea to come to clean the tank for about 2 weeks now, and when she was finally able to get out there, the damn fish dead.....to me, shit like that is cause for analyzing....and that's what I did...first I had to form a hypothesis.......ask a question....then, either prove, or disprove it....then, by default, obtain my answer.....how could I do that with this situation, I thought..... I know what my question is....why did my fish die....but as any true scientist would tell you, that's too easy...too obvious....the fish died cause you fed him too damn much and he blew the fuck up...that's why the fish died......the question you seek pertains to life.......you were expecting the fish to be alive, as he had lived 2 months prior in the same environment, you had asked sJea for weeks to show you how to clean the tank, and finally she was able....then....all is ready, and you're comfortable, and complacent.....the unexpected......you can't question the unexpected, no matter how ironic that shit is; you just wanna make sure you're prepared to deal with it.........'ol pimp credo, "If you stay ready, you ain't got to get ready"...Make the most of it; turn that shit around; ......sJea, who was "Kuntry 'fo Country was cool," got the dead fish out (I woulda eventually manned up and got him) , and proceeded to show me how to clean the tank sans fish.......Now, I'mma go get me a damn pirhana, like I've always wanted, and ride out..............y'all may not feel where I'm comin from, but it makes sense to me........fuck the lil shit, 'specially if you know how to prevent it from happening again, and keep it movin, pimpin............but I'm still like......"ain't this bout a bitch."