Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Here's A Little Story I Gots To Tell

Inspiration - "Paul Revere" - Beastie Boys "Here's a little story I gots to tell/about three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/with Adrock, MCA and me, Mike D."

What I'm Listening To - "Jagged Edge" - Jagged Edge. LOL I'm glad they came up with such an original title for their album.

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today: "Am I the only one digging that new Nelly Furtado song with Timbaland?" and "What race is Nelly Furtado anyway?"

As I promised in my 100th post, I'm gonna try to stop censoring myself on my blog. In the spirit of full disclosure I need to tell y'all something about me. For the last 4 months, I have been the other man. This is what happened.

Back in January, my ex infiltrated the bloggy. I at first wanted nothing to do with her b/c she broke my heart once before. But we sparked up a friendship, through IM and phone calls and I found myself getting caught up again. She came to visit in February and by the time she left, I thought I was over her again. I mean, it was really cool seeing her, but she was married. T. can't get caught up with no married woman, can he?

Apparently the answer is yes. Despite my best intentions, I was drawn more and more to her. Hell, I still loved her five years after the fact. We began talking more and more, and I put all my other prospects to the side. As for her, she was in tough situation. Trapped in a loveless marraige, but trying to make it work for the sake of her child. I did everything I could do to be supportive, even postponing my happiness so she could handle her business. But as I fell deeper and deeper in love, my selfish side started coming out. I felt that I deserved more than late night phone calls and instant messages when her husband was sleep. We kind of put the brakes on things until she could sort out her situation

That lasted all of about 24 hours. Then we were right back where we started from. The subject of divorce came up and although, I wasnt pushing for it at first, I certainly was open to the prospect. We talked about her moving back to Atlanta, she even applied for jobs here. Soon reality reared its ugly head and she realized that it would be difficult for her to move across country taking her son away from his father. Just like that, the love I thought I was going to have, was put on hold indefinitely again.

Eventually, she moved out of the house and we talked about having a future again. I mean we got way ahead of ourselves. Talking about marraige and children and where we would live. I started looking for gigs out on the west coast, so we could be together, and her son could still be near his father. I was going to fly out there for a weekend, cuz I just had to see her. A couple of days before I was supposed to leave, she decided that we were not being fair to her family. I say she decided because even though I knew it wasn't right, I didn't really acknowledge that fact. She moved back home to give it a try, but again that lasted about 24 hours. Next thing I knew she was on a flight to ATL and we were having a fun filled sex filled weekend. I mean we did it every where and in every way, all the while expressing our love for each other. That weekend was supposed to tide me over until the next time, but it did nothing but make me want to be with her even more.

Over the next couple of weeks, we had marathon phone sessions. She was the first voice I heard in the morning, and the last voice I heard at night. The end all be all, if you will. The only problem was that she was still in the house with her husband. I played it as cool as I possibly could, but in the back of my mind that living arrangement was fucking with me. I noticed that our conversations were punctuated with more silence than usual. Then she told me something that pretty much ended it for me. She said that she had sex with her husband. I should not have even been mad, thats what she is supposed to do, but to me that felt like a betrayal. It was the tipping point for what I knew was a messed up situation. I acted like I was the wronged party but in all honesty i knew that I was the transgressor. I was determined not to wait around for her. Its time to live my life and find that one woman that I would not have to share. It even would have been different for me if she was at least out of the house, but financial concerns prevented that.

Fast forward to last week. We had resumed contact and fell into that old familiar trap. It was like my epiphany from the previous week didn't happen. My addiction led me back to an unhealthy situation. What about her family? They don't deserve me being a home wrecker. What about me? I don't deserve being the other man. I deserve someone who can be all mine. What about the divorce? Well, it hasnt happened yet. I truly believe her feelings are genuine, but I can't just sit idle, while she handles her business. I broke it off with her, at least until such time as she actually gets divorced. So as of this writing, I am no longer the other man. I am a free agent, ready to sign with whatever team makes the best offer. Finally, I am emotionally free. Lets just hope it lasts longer than 24 hours this time. Hows that for honesty?

It was written...

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Memorial Day Weekend

I had a pretty good Memorial Day weekend. Like to hear it, hear it go:

Friday night, I stayed home and watched Dallas beat Phoenix in the NBA playoffs. After that I watched a bootleg of Mis.sion Im.poss.ble III on my computer. Unsolicited review: It was aiight, nothing special. Not the best movie, but not the worst. Over the course of the weekend I also watched Syri.ana and Pose.idon. Syri.ana was pretty cool, I was impressed mostly with the acting. Watching Pose.idon, my first thought was why did they even remake this movie? Just about everything was the same as the original, except I think Richard Dreyfuss played a gay character. I dont know I wasn't paying too much attention. Anyway, I was tired from a long week at work, so I went to sleep after washing clothes and having an uncomfortable phone conversation. Saturday, I had a high school graduation to go to, but that thing was too early in the morning for me. I mean who has their ceremony at 9 AM? I took Saturday as a recovery day and pretty much did nothing again, except to go out to eat. Jessica was back in town, and we made plans for Sunday.

Sunday, I hit up Six Flags with Jessica, her 15 year old sister, Sharissa and her friend Jamie. Since they had season passes, i got in for $5 on the buddy pass. That's pretty much all the money I spent except for when we were leaving and I treated the ladies to funnel cakes. It was hot as balls in the park that afternoon and as you may remember from a previous post, T. don't wear shorts in public. Around the 2nd rollercoaster, that bit of irrationality melted away. I will be going to buy some shorts very soon. Ain't no way I'm gonna last all summer in long pants without falling out from heatstroke. Anyway, Sharissa was my ride partner for most of the day. I started out like a punk, but eventually I manned up and was willing to ride just about anything (except the Agorophobia, the free fall joint. I had to draw the line at that one.) The line was too long to ride the new ride "The Goliath", but we decided we would come back another time. All in all, I was happy to be hanging out with Jessica again, in a drama free environment, unlike last weekend.

On Monday, I braved the heat again to hang with Collipark, her fiance and Mario. We went to Piedmont Park for the Atlanta Jazz Festival. We had two coolers full of beer and other not as exciting drinks (i.e. water, gator.ade.) Again, the temperature was in the 90's, and my dumb ass was wearing jeans. I had a personal conversation with the sun for the majority of the day, and that muhfucka is a close talker. (Liquor and TV, that Seinfeld reference was for you.) Even with the intense UV rays, I still didn't get a good tan. My arms are still yellowish, instead of the burnt seinna I was going for. We listened to some jazz musicians I had never heard of, and people watched for most of the afternoon. It was a pretty nice scene and entertaining with a lot of weirdos in the crowd. Mario and I scoped out the women while Collipark and Fiance chilled. I noticed something both at Six Flags and at the park. Its getting harder and harder to tell which females are of age. We would see a woman from far away and then when she got closer, we would realize she is a high school kid. I don't know what they feeding these kids, but they need to stop it. I felt like a dirty old man out there. Mario and I came up with a way to tell a woman's age. It's just a joke, so don't get mad at me for this one. We figure that if you look at a woman and she still has that wide eyed look, like she still has hopes and ambitions, then she too young. But, if she looks jaded and has that "I've been fucked over" look, then she is legal. We cracked up on that joke and even had some of the people around us laughing. I didn't go to any cookouts, but I still got a nice take home plate from Collipark, who did her thing on the grill the day before.

So that was my 3 day weekend. No drama to speak of for once. I just had a good time and got out of the house. Other than losing about 15 pounds from the heat, it was all good. How was your weekend? Do anything special?

It was written...

Saturday, May 27, 2006

100 Posts!!!

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In honor of this being my 100th post, I wanted to do something different to mark the occasion. Here are 100 things I’ve learned from blogging.

1. Blogging is fun.
2. I’m really nosey. I check people’s blogs all day and night
3. Blogging is addictive. See above.
4. There are some really cool people in the blogging world
5. There are some real assholes in the blogging world
6. Some people be making this shit up.
7. There are bloggers whose blog personas are different than their real life personas
8. I’ve learned the phrase “blog crush.” I’ve had one or two.
9. I’ve learned the phrase “blog beef” Haven’t had one yet but I’m looking forward to it.
10. Some people take this blog thing way too seriously. I had a reader get real life mad at me for something I wrote.
11. I read mostly blogs by women
12. There are a gang of gay male bloggers. I don’t read those.
13. There are only a handful of straight Black male bloggers like me. I always wondered why that is.
14. There are other people like me out there in the world.
15. There are a lot of people not like me in the world. But I still enjoy reading their life.
16. Straight Black male bloggers are some arrogant muhfuckas. That’s not a bad thing, it just is what it is.
17. Female bloggers are far more forthcoming in their blogs
18. Just about everybody got drama in their lives.
19. People in California still say “the bomb.” I had no idea.
20. There are a lot of bloggers in the DC/MD/VA area.
21. There are a lot of bloggers in the ATL
22. If you want people to comment on your blog, you have to comment on their blog.
23. Some bloggers get upset if you don’t comment every day.
24. Other bloggers get upset if you do comment every day.
25. My writing changed when people started commenting on my blog. I started out just writing for myself. Now I write to entertain and so people can relate to my shit.
26. I am an attention whore and a comment whore. I check my comments and site meter all the time to see who is reading.
27. I sometimes censor myself b/c I don’t want to offend my readers.
28. I am extremely proud of my blog and even though I didn’t want real life acquaintances to know about it at first, I now tell just about everybody I am close to.
29. A couple of times I have put my foot in my mouth in my posts b/c real life people found out too much information
30. It’s a small world after all. Real life sometimes intrudes on the blog world.
31. Most people don’t really read or write posts on the weekend.
32. Some times the comments section is more entertaining than the blog itself.
33. Bloggers love to reminisce.
34. Bloggers love to tell you their pet peeves.
35. Bloggers love “random” posts
36. I love to read those types of posts too.
37. I used to pick my blogs based on the profile pictures.
38. Now I pick my blogs based on the first 3 posts on the page. If they are interesting, I will be back.
39. Or if I read an interesting comment in someone else’s blog, I’ll check out the commenter’s blog.
40. I have had to stop finding new blogs b/c I have about 40 saved in my favorites already.
41. I get annoyed when people don’t write new posts.
42. I realize that people have other stuff going on, but selfishly I still want them to write new posts.
43. I hate when I find a new blog and it has 75 comments already. I don’t want to be the only one commenting, but I also don’t want to be one of so many that the writer doesn’t even notice I’m there.
44. I actually enjoy getting tagged, just not three times in one week. Spread them shits out.
45. The cliffhanger is a blogger’s best friend. It keeps people coming back.
46. Sometimes when I see a long ass post, I will skim it and comment and then read the whole thing when I have time.
47. I realize that I write long ass posts too. LOL
48. Blogger is responsible for many unproductive hours at work.
49. I sometimes forgo sleep in order to blog. There are times I know I should be in the bed, but I’m reading or writing.
50. Blogging has actually improved my social skills. I have come to realize that if I can vibe with people I don’t know on the computer, I can do it in real life.
51. It’s amazing to me that people I don’t know actually care about my life.
52. I used to think I had a boring life, but now I realize that I am a drama magnet. Something crazy is always happening around me.
53. My first thought when something happens is “I can’t wait to blog about this.”
54. I sometimes start writing a simple post that turns into a long epic. For example, that story about Earl and Freaknik was only supposed to be one post and it turned into three.
55. I refuse to proofread my posts. For some reason, I just don’t care if there are typos and misspellings.
56. Talking to fellow bloggers on Instant Messenger is cool. I get to see another side of them.
57. No matter what people (you know who I am talking to) say, I do not use my blog roll as “potential p*ssy.” Any flirting is just flirting. Nothing more.
58. Although, if an opportunity did arise, I would not necessarily run from it.
59. The concept of meeting bloggers in real life used to scare me, but not anymore. Bring on the Blogger Convention! First round on me!
60. I think it would be cool to hang out with some of the bloggers I read across North America. If I ever go on vacation, I’m a send some of y’all an email.
61. There are a lot of other bloggers obsessed with music like me.
62. Coming up with titles of posts from hip hop songs is hard sometimes, but other times it just comes natural.
63. I think I’m gonna start using R&B/Soul lyrics in my next hundred posts.
64. Reading other peoples comments and posts about music has reminded me about stuff I need to buy.
65. I’m either gonna go broke from buying music or go to jail for downloading. 66. There are a lot of blogs that do reality show recaps. I have never watched an entire episode of American Idol, Top Model, or The Apprentice. I usually just skip those posts.
67. There are a lot of blogs dedicated to celebrities. I can read some of them, but the ones that are all negative, I have to skip.
68. Are you really reading this? Do you really care what I learned?
69. A lot of bloggers are dissatisfied with their love lives.
70. A lot of bloggers can’t find “the one”
71. A lot of bloggers are unhappily married.
72. Some bloggers are extra comfortable talking about their sex lives.
73. I’m not comfortable talking about that aspect of my life, so I usually keep it vague.
74. That’s probably because I know some people from my real life are reading.
75. Or I don’t want to talk about sex b/c I know when I read some other peoples blogs I think they are making stuff up or d*ck bragging.
76. Or maybe I’m just a private person.
77. I’m working on exposing my flaws more in my blog.
78. The only problem is that I have learned to accept my flaws and not seem them in a negative light.
79. I’ve debated if I will write about it if I ever get in a serious relationship. At this point, the answer is yes, but that is subject to change.
80. On a scale of 1-10, I think my blog is a 8 when it comes to honesty.
81. I don’t make stuff up, I just leave some information out.
82. It bothers me that I can’t tell everything, but that is my choice. I think I can do better on that front.
83. I want to actually finish my novel and screenplay.
84. Blogging has been good and bad for my writing. It has inspired me to pick writing back up, but distracted me from finishing.
85. I have a need to be different. Even with my tags, I don’t want it to read like everybody else’s.
86. I don’t like it when I read somebody’s blog and they use an idea that I was thinking about. I feel like I should have done it first.
87. Writer’s block is real. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say.
88. I come up with my best ideas when I’m not trying. Like in the shower or in the car, a lyric will hit me and I’ll start writing my post in my head.
89. I really want to do a post every M-F, but I just don’t have stuff to write about everyday.
90. It seems like every blog I read, you see the same people commenting on it.
91. I guess that’s b/c blogging really is a community.
92. I have a couple of blogs I read that I read and don’t tell nobody about it. I just want to have something of my own.
93. I wanna switch up my template, I’m blog jealous of everyone who got a nice new template.
94. I’m probably not going to do it, because its too much work.
95. While a lot of people are going on blog hiatus, I’m becoming more and more obsessed by the day.
96. I don’t foresee myself stopping blogging in the near future.
97. I genuinely like my blog family. That’s a change b/c I usually get tired of people very quickly.
98. People like me, They really like me! That’s also surprising b/c I know I can be an acquired taste.
99. 100 posts in six months! I can’t believe I’m actually sticking to something.
100. I hope you guys stick around for 100 more. I really appreciate being a small part of your lives. Thanks for reading.

It was written…

Thursday, May 25, 2006

My CD Collection

This post was kinda inspired by what jumped off in the comment section yesterday. Mocha brought up a song by Next and I had to pull out the cd. I then looked at some of the CD's I have purchased in the last 15 years and was shocked. I couldn't believe that I actually paid money for some of these. I know some of them are obscure and I might actually be the only person in America who still owns these CD's. Check some of these out.

My First CD's

I remember my first CD's. I got them at the end of 1990. I had plenty of tapes but I had been wanting to upgrade to CD's for a while. So my mom got me a portable CD player for Christmas that year. My first cd's were:

K - Solo "Tell The World My Name." I know some of you will remember this one. It had "Your Moms' in My Business" and "Spellbound" on it. This dude would just start spelling in the middle of his raps. I still have this CD.

Monie Love - "Down To Earth" -This one had "Monie in the Middle" on it. I think I wanted this joint cuz I had a crush on her.I still got it but i don't think I ever listened to anything on it besides that song and 2 others.

The first CD I bought with my own money was Gangstarr - "Step in the Arena" I remember I went to the mall on Super Bowl Sunday '91 and got this joint. I kept this in heavy rotation for over a year. I tried in vain to turn people on to this CD, but I guess it was just ahead of its time. I was the biggest Gangstarr fan in the world back then.

And now on to some of the forgettable R & B CD's I own:

Billie Lawrence - Paradise. I looked at the songs on the CD and I cant even pick out the single. Anybody remember her?

AZ Yet - This was the cd with "Last Night" on it. I thought they were gonna be big, b/c they were on LaFace, but they were never heard from again.

Sparkle - I freakin' love this CD. She had that hot single "Be Careful" with R. Kelly. I think he did the whole album. Why she didn't blow up, I'll never understand. Maybe Kels pissed on her career like he did to her niece (allegedly). LOL

Mona Lisa "11-20-79" - First of all, for some reason I have 2 of these CD's. Whats that about? She had one hot single "Can't Be Wasting My Time"

Monifah "Moods...Moments" This was another nice CD that didnt really get any shine. One of my exe's turned me onto this CD. I remember she came back with some wack dance song for the next album.

Adina Howard - "Do You Wanna Ride" I aint gonna lie, I bought this CD b/c she was talking freaky, but its actually pretty good. Or it was, I havent listened to it in years.

Playa "Cheers 2 U" - One of my all time favorite R & B albums. I don't know too many people up on this one. They had good harmony and Timbaland beats. I know on of the dudes from this group went on to produce for Aaliyah, but they never came out with another mainstream album.

Ok, now on to some of the forgettable hip-hop/rap albums I got. I was shocked that I bought some of these.

Nine - Nine Lives. I remember bumping this joint in my moms Ford Tempo back in the day. Let's just ignore the fact that I have no idea who this guy is, he actually inserts frog sounds into his rhymes. Like "one-ribbit, two-ribbit." Comical style aside, he had some hot beats though.

Little Shawn "The Voice in the Mirror" - He had this song "Hickeys On Your Chest." Can't remember any other song, but he was one of those pretty boy, make the ladies dance rappers.

Kam "Neva Again" One of the few West Coast rappers I bought back in pre "Chronic" days. Ice Cube put him out and he was a political Black Power type of rapper. I dig the CD even though I cant recall what his single was.

Keith Murray "Enigma" Everybody probably remember "The Most Beautifulest Thing in the World" Well, that ain't on this CD. Pretty much nothing is on this CD. Keith was always a pretty good rapper, but he wasn't exactly good at maintaining a career. He always has high points like that FUBU joint and his verse on that R. Kelly song, but then he has albums that get forgotten like this.

Smoothe da Hustler- "Once Upon A Time in America" He had that one joint called "Broken Language", but the rest of the album is garbage. I don't even remember buying this album. I had to steal this one.

Tracey Lee "Many Faces" Another gimmick rapper. He had 5 different rap personas on one album. The CD was good. I remember I played this a lot, especially the title track and the cut with Biggie, "Put Ya Hands High."

Slimm Calhoun "The Skinny" and Cool Breeze "East Points Greatest Hits" - I must have been in my down south phase then. They were affiliated with Outkast, and I bought these b/c of their verses. Don't get me they are okay albums, but I can't see myself spending money on them.

Any Bad Boy Album except Da Band - I got Black Rob, G. Dep, Puff Daddy, Mase, etc. The thing about these CD's is that they are actually very good, but they fly under the radar. Bad Boy makes complete albums, and even if the artist gets dropped after the first joint, I still got the CD.

There are some of the CD's I got that most people dont have. Or maybe I'm wrong. Do you have any of these? What are some of the slept on albums you have? What CD's did you buy that make you scratch your head in disbelief?

It was written...

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

I Hate Y'all Too

Inspiration - "I Love The Dough" Notorious B.I.G. "Ain't shit changed/except the number after the dot on the Range/ way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange/I hate y'all too/Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael/It's unreal/out the blue Frank White got sex appeal/Women used to go, "Ewww!"

What I'm Listening To - "The Professional 2" - DJ Clue

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "When she start looking good?" And no I'm not going to tell you who I'm talking about.

I'm a hater. I ain't afraid to admit it. Sometimes I have a good reason to hate, but other times its some irrational stuff. Here's a tongue in cheek list of some of the people and things that I hate. Don't take it too seriously.

1. I hate that R&B singer Joe. I don't have a good reason for this. I just been hating him since like 96 and I see no good reason to stop now. I think he's a bootleg R. Kelly who can do no right in my book.

2. To a lesser extent I hate Avant. He just irks me in his videos trying to look all sincere with his subpar lyrical ass. I also hate that I like his song "4 minutes"

3. I hate forwarded emails. Please if any of you are thinking of sending me an email that ends with "send this to 10 people you love" or "forward this to 9 people in the next 90 minutes", DO NOT DO IT!!! I ain't gonna read it and I ain't gonna send it to no one else.

4. I hate Black comedians whose only jokes are the differences between Black people and White people. If I hear "White people can't dance" or "You know a Black mother woulda beat his ass" one more time, I'm gonna snap. We different I get it, and it's not funny anymore.

5. I hate that actor Leon. That dude just looks like a molester to me. And what's the deal with the one name. You ain't famous enough to drop your last name.

6. I hate rap songs about weed that reference Bob Marley. That is the least original rhyme ever. Everybody knows Bob Marley smoked marijuana. Come up with a new metaphor, like "I smoke more weed than Willie Nelson" or something.

7. I hate that every rapper and singer has their own record label. Just cuz you got a hit single doesnt make you an executive. It seems to me that its an excuse to put on their less talented friends. Even worse are the ones who havent even made it big yet and try to start a label. Man, we don't even know you, what makes you think that we wanna hear your untalented homeboy or cousin.

8. I hate Tyler Perry movies and plays. This one is completely irrational cuz I ain't never even seen none of them. They just look corny to me.

9. I hate so called "reality tv." First of all, ain't none of this real. It's all manufactured drama. Second of all, theres always a token angry Black person or a crying White person. I wanna just tell them that this is TV and it ain't that serious.

10. I hate courtroom TV shows and TV talk shows. Where do they find these people who are willing to embarrass themselves in front of a nationwide audience. I saw a Maury show last month, where a chick brought 13 different dudes on the show trying to see which one was her baby daddy. It was just ridiculous. But then again I probably am ridiculous too cuz I watched it and now I'm complaining about it.

11. I hate Entertainment gossip. I don't care who is dating who, or how such and such lost the baby weight. My only exception is Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston cause that shit is funny as hell.

12. Nikki, this one is for you. I hate inspirational movies. I get the whole appeal of the underdog, but if you seen one of these movies you've seen them all. I don't need to see Coach Carter if I already seen Lean on Me, or Dangerous Minds, or Stand and Deliver. Heres the formula: rough kids meet an inspirational teacher, give them a hard time, eventually come to trust them and then win some sort of competition. Just not my cup of tea.

13. I hate when people assume that I'm messing with every female they see me with. In the immortal words of the Pied Piper of R&B: "just because you see me with her /doesn't mean I'm creepin' with her.

14. I hate people that try to catch me up in their drama. I try to stay out of beef and petty arguments. I like to think that I'm a laid back individual who can get along with most anyone. I'm not chosing sides .

15. I hate when I got 14 things I hate and can't think of # 15

Okay that's enough. Now it's your turn. What or who do you hate? It better not be me. LOL

It was written...

Monday, May 22, 2006

No Clever Title Today

Right about now, I should be at The Roots concert, but I didn't make it. My pink eye is finally healing, but I'm still not at 100%, so i decided to skip it. I got this new thing, (that I will not post pictures of) where the skin around my eye is all inflamed, dry and red. Its not a good look. I'll catch The Roots the next time they come to the A, although I am dissappointed that I'm gonna miss Talib Kweli and Jean Grae. I wound up giving my ticket away and just staying home to watch the 2 hour season finale of 24.

Let me tell you about my interesting weekend. It started out Friday after work when I finally got a haircut. It was growing uncontrollably and I was starting to get that Phillip Michael Thomas curly afro thing on my head. On my way home from the barbershop, my homie K (who will from this point on be called Collipark, because she thinks the name K is too boring) called me and invited me to get some food and liquor with the crew. I went home and watched the end of the Pistons-Cavaliers game and sipped on some Smirnoff. After them damn Pistons won, I rolled with Chi town and Mario to Bahama Breeze in Kennesaw to meet Collipark and her fiance. So we drank and ate and talked shit and then went home. Nothing too exciting but I was looking forward to just chilling on Saturday.

The next day, I was awakened at 8 AM by a phone call from work. I brushed it off and went back to sleep, but then I got another call at 9 and another one at 9:45. So I was like "F*ck it, I'm up now!" I still didnt plan on doing anything, so I watched some tv (Deadwood and Entourage on HBO On Demand) and played around on the computer. I had a nice lazy Saturday. I didnt even wash my ass until 10 PM. Collipark and Chi town were going to a party that night, so I knew I was free from having to be social that night. Then it happened.

I almost didn't tell this story b/c the person in question reads my blog from time to time. But then I decided that this is my shit and I'll talk about what I want to. Around 3:30 in the morning, I get a call from Chi-Town asking me to pick her up. Of course, I ask why and she proceeds to tell me that the other people at the party think she is too drunk to drive home. I can hear the drunkiness in her voice, so I decide to go get her. The only problem, she is in East Point, which is about 30 minutes away. Chi-Town then starts telling me more information in her drunken state. "They say I tried to run someone over" and "these fools done busted out my windshield" At this point, I just wanna get her and take her home before some more crazy stuff happens. I don't know the whole story and I don't really wanna know. Its too freakin late for this conversation. I finally get there and I see Chi sitting on her car next to a police officer. I have a natural fear of the police and even though I am completely legal, I start looking around my car looking for contraband. I even put out the Black & Mild just in case he thought I was smoking something else. I park on the street and Chi-Town comes running to the car. Lo and behold, (what does that mean anyway) before she makes it to the car, she falls and busts her ass on the concrete. Her immediate response was "I'm not drunk." Okay, whatever you say.

I sit her down in the car and talk to the police officer. To his credit, he was cool. He told me that he was going to let Chi-town drive home with me trailing her until he saw her fall. I went to get her keys and purse out her car and look up and Chi-Town is out of my car and back over by her car. I'm thinking to myself, "shit, will you just stay in the car?" But she decides that she wants to tell me everything that happened. This is what I was able to piece together from Chi-Town's drunk ramblings and the police officer's report. Apparently, Collipark took her keys so she couldnt leave (friends dont let friends drive drunk) but she somehow got them back. The hostess of the party sat on the hood of the car so Chi-Town couldn't leave. That didn't deter Chi, because she took off driving while the girl was sitting on the car and almost ran her over. The hostess' husband then busted out her windshield with a tire iron to get her to stop driving.

After about 10 minutes, (its now 4:15 AM), I was finally able to coax Chi-Town into my car by promising to take her to get her car first thing in the morning. The whole ride home, she was cursing out the hostess and "her thug husband" for breaking the window. Talking about suing, and beating ass and taking shit to the streets. I was just trying to pay attention the road and get home safely. I still only had one contact lens in, and it was late as hell. So we get back to the crib, and I'm trying to walk her to her apartment (we live in the same complex) and Chi refuses to go home. So I am standing in the parking lot at 4:45am trying to convince an angry drunk to go home, so I can catch some Z's. Finally, I let her come to my crib to sleep it off, mostly b/c I didnt want any more police interactions that night.

Sunday morning, Chi-town wakes me up at 9:00 AM to go get her car. I curse her out and tell her to leave me alone. She then comes back every 15 minutes until I get up. She was still smelling like alcohol and i was still tired as hell. I realized that Chi wasn't going to leave me alone until I took her to get her car. So, I took another 30 minute ride to East Point. When I saw the car in the daylight, it looked even worse. Here's a picture of the busted up windshield.

After that, I went home and tried to go back to bed, but i was too annoyed to sleep. I decided to do some grocery shopping. The only food I had in my house was a pack of waffles and some canned vegetables, so I hit up Kroger. I got home and watched Scary Movie 4 on my computer and finally crashed on my couch. Then the phone calls began. First my mother called while I was sleeping. I went back to sleep and my friend from Cali called. Immediately after I hung up with her, Collipark called. Immediately after I hung up with her, my friend Tweety called. While I was on the phone with her, Jessica called. When I got done talking to Jessica, Chi-Town called. I seriously plotted ways to murder my phone. (I know, I should have just turned it off, but I wasnt thinking straight.) I realized that sleep wasnt in the cards, so I got up and watched some more TV.

Bottom line is every weekend that I plan to do nothing, stuff seems to find a way of ruining my plans. I really tried to get some rest and come back to work refreshed, but it just didnt happen. At least I got a 3 day weekend coming up. I wonder what drama will find me this weekend.

It was written...

Friday, May 19, 2006

Blowed (the conclusion)

Previously on Blowed: Part 1 and Part 2

Kareem, Dmitri and I stood at the Indian Hills train station for what seemed an eternity. All of the jocularity of the afternoon disappeared, replaced by a sense of blowedness. Don’t get me wrong, we worried about Earl, but more than that we just couldn’t believe that he would just jet on us in an unfamiliar city. Finally, the disappointment turned to anger and we decided to carry on without Earl.

Meat: Fuck that nigga! I ain’t missing Wu Tang for his sorry ass.

Me: Y’all wanna head to the concert?

Meat: Hell Yeah! I ain’t no damn babysitter. He know where we gonna be at. Kareem, that’s your boy. You in or you out?

Kareem: Let’s roll. We’ll catch up with him later.

With the decision made, the three of us hopped on the first train to the West End to check out the Wu. Their “36 Chambers” album had just dropped and had real hip hop heads like us open. They had a unique rhyme style and diverse beats that appealed to fans all over the country. The show was at Morris Brown’s football stadium and featured Redman as one of the opening acts. The sun was setting and the day’s heat was turning into a nightly chill. We planned to change clothes to accommodate the weather, but Earl’s disappearing act made that impossible. We jammed to “Protect Ya Neck” and got hype to “M-E-T-H-O-D Man” with the rest of the crowd. The music made me forget how freakin cold it actually was. (It was so cold that some cats actually started a bonfire on the 50 yard line.) After the show, we headed backstage to hang with Wu Tang, who were more than accommodating to their fans.

Me: YO, Meth bust a freestyle for us.

Method Man: Man I get paid to rap, but I got you.

Method Man dropped some rhymes as a cipher surrounded him. It was like a scene out of the 80’s where people from all over just vibed together over a good rap battle. Although I was not even close to being on a professional level, I kicked a rhyme too. It was the highlight of the evening for me. The time came for Wu Tang to leave and THE RZA corralled his crew to the tour bus.

RZA: In the words of the great Black leader, Martin Luther King: Nigga, go that way!

Kareem, Dmitri and I laughed at their antics and after giving the Wu pounds and respect, we left the stadium. On the way out, we heard a yell in our direction.

Voice: Yo, Kareem! Over here!

We turned around and who did we see: that nigga Earl! It had been about 7 hours since we last saw him. He was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and some Khakis, which starkly contrasted with our gear which consisted of shorts and shirt sleeve shirts. It occurred to me that Earl was not wearing the same clothes he had on earlier. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: this nigga went to MY sisters house and changed clothes while we were searching all over for him. I’m normally the calm one, the voice of reason, but my patience had worn thin. I was ready to throw blows. I ran towards Earl, with violent intentions.

Me: You little punk muhfucka! Where the fuck you was at?

Earl: We got separated, so I went back to the truck.

Me: Nigga, you went to MY sister’s crib and changed clothes! While we out her freezing our asses off. I oughta bust yo muhfuckin ass!

I threw a left hook that narrowly missed Earl’s jaw. I guess the Marines taught him how to duck a punch. Kareem and Meat intervened and stopped me from throwing my follow up right left combination. Kareem found the whole scene hilarious.

Kareem: T., I’ve known you since 7th grade and I ain’t never seen you lose your temper.

Me: Fuck that! This nigga been actin like a bitch all fucking weekend.

Kareem: I know, man. But just chill, we still gotta ride back home with him.

Me: Leave this muhfucka in Atlanta!!!

Meat: You aiight, man! We ain’t gonna let you go until you calm down.

Me: I’m cool, I’m cool! But you tell that muhfucka to stay outta my way or it’s on.

They let me go and I realized that everybody was looking at me. Sudden embarrassment took hold and I walked off on my own. I needed to cool down. What the fuck was I thinking? Shit, I can’t fight. The last time I got in a fight was back in 3rd grade. And this nigga is a US Government trained killer. Still, with the anger and adrenaline I had flowing through my veins, I think I could have taken him that night. Kareem caught up with me and gave me a couple hits off the blunt and I calmed down. We rode the train back to the car in deafening silence. I finally decided to ask what all of us were thinking.

Me: Earl, why you been acting shady this weekend? You act like you allergic to fun.

Earl: I just didn’t want to spend my money.

Me: If you broke, why you didn’t just say so? We broke too, but we could have spotted you.

Earl: I’m not broke!

Kareem: How much money you got on you?

Earl (stammering): Don’t worry about it. That’s my business.

Kareem: You broke ass muhfucka! You ain’t got shit, do you?

Meat: This nigga here! Man, we ain’t no ballas. We some broke college students. I can’t believe you acted like a bitch because of some money.

Earl: That’s not it

Me: Whatever, don’t say shit to me until we get back home. I’m dead fuckin serious about that.

We got to the car and dropped Earl’s trifling ass off at my sister’s house. After changing clothes, Kareem, Dmitri and I went to Atrium where Too $hort was hosting the festivities with Erick Sermon. We danced with some shawties, and talked shit and had another good night without Earl. After Atrium closed, we parking lot pimped at 112 until 5 in the morning, then went home to get a couple hours of shuteye before leaving the next morning. .

The Freaknik trip was a rollercoaster of emotions. We had lots of fun, but also spent a lot of time being blowed. That nigga Earl almost ruined the whole experience for me. I for one took this as a learning experience. Don’t ever go anywhere with broke ass, crazy ass, bitch ass niggaz that you don’t know, cuz that shit will blow you.

It was written…

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Blowed (part 2)

Check out Part 1 if you missed it.

The ladies went their own way, dismayed by Earl’s eccentric behavior. That was cool because the night was still young and so were we. We decided that we would try to hit up a club. But first we walked around some more hollering at chicks. When I think back, these were the stupidest lines ever, but it got the ladies’ laughing . We would approach a group of girls and hit em with this line.

SWV, come take a picture with us. Or hey, look its TLC.

I know that shit was stupid, but all we wanted was to take some pictures so we could show them off when we got back home. And it worked. I was designated camera man, while Kareem and Dmitri were the spokesmen. After a while, we noticed that Earl started hanging back from us when we were talking to the girls. We decided it was time for an intervention.

Kareem: Earl, what the fuck is yo problem, kid?

Earl: Nothing, I’m cool

Me: Why you over there looking like someone ran over your dog? You don’t see all these females out here?

Earl: I said I was cool.

Meat: Kareem, you better get your boy, because he actin like a little bitch.

Earl: Fine, I’m just hungry.

Me and Kareem (simultaneously): Why the fuck you ain’t eat at the restaurant?

Meat: Lets just get this nigga some food, before he trip over his skirt. (whispering) Bitch ass nigga.

We walked back to the Five Points Marta station to go get the truck The train was thick with females as well. Kareem, Dmitri and I shot the shit with the girls while Earl sat staring out the window. When we got to the car, we pulled up in a McDonalds so Earl could get a Big Mac. He scarfed the meal down and it was time to hit a club. Kareem lit another blunt and I broke out the E and J bottle from under the seat. It was time to get blitzed and have some fun.

We arrived at Jazzy T’s, a strip club on the east side. It was a little ghetto, but it served our purpose. The line outside was winding around the corner of the building. We stood in line for about 10 minutes, ready to see some naked women. As we got closer to the door, Earl started complaining about being sick.

Earl: Guys, I don’t feel too good. I think I gotta throw up.

Me: Nigga, you ain’t even finish your drink. What the fuck are you talking bout?

Kareem: Go head and handle yo business. We’ll hold your spot in line.

Earl: Nah, I need to go home. I’m really sick.

Meat: I ain’t leaving. I didn’t come to Freaknik to sit at home.

Earl: Well give me your keys. I’ll just chill in the car.

Kareem: Are you fuckin’ serious? Man, its some hoes in here. That’ll make you feel better.

Earl: I gotta lay down.

Me: Fuck it, give this nigga the keys.

Meat: Aiight, but you betta not throw up in my whip.

Dmitri tossed him the keys and the rest of us went inside. We had a good ass time in the strip club, tossing back drinks and getting table dances. I damn near forgot that Earl was in the car supposedly sick. Around 1 AM, we decided to hit up a new spot. Besides the strip club portion of the budget was spent. We went to the parking lot and discovered that the Montero wasn’t where we parked it. Dmitri was mad as hell.

Meat: Where the fuck is this nigga with my truck?

Me: Yo, Earl got a cell phone?

Kareem: Nah, just a beeper.

We beeped this nigga 911 and 20 minutes later he pulls up with a lame explanation about meeting some girls in the parking lot and hanging out with them. I had to physically restrain Dmitri from beating Earl’s ass. You don’t just fuck with a man’s ride like that. We jumped back in the truck and rode around the city while Dmitri cooled off and Earl kept lying about the girls he was with. We was blowed, and decided to call it a night and went back to my sisters crib to crash. Friday was a bust, but surely Saturday had to be better.

We woke up Saturday morning determined to have more fun than the night before. After showering and getting dressed and stealing some more of my sisters liquor, we headed to IHOP for breakfast. We made our plans for the day while chowing down on pancakes and eggs. First on the agenda: hanging out at Underground Atlanta. Second: the free concert at Piedmont Park. That was supposed to be an all day event. Next: Come home and change clothes, then go to the WuTang Concert at Morris Brown. Finally, we were gonna hit The Atrium, a club in Stone Mountain. We all agreed that this was the move for the afternoon, even Earl. With a solid plan in place, we got our day started. Earl was driving while Kareem, Dmitri and I smoked a blunt (remember this for later in the story.)

First up was Underground Atlanta. That shit was packed with fly girls and other niggas like us on the prowl. We did the lame SWV-TLC skit to get more pictures and flirted with the honeys. Even Earl was back in rare form approaching girls and actually looking like he was having a good time. For the moment, we were not blowed, just 4 young men enjoying life. Around 2, we made our way to Piedmont Park for the free concert. I can’t remember who was performing, but I remember it was some mismatched booty music – R&B mix. Like 69 Boyz and Shai, or something. It was hot as hell out there and there was an enormous amount of Black people out there. We hung out in the park listening to the music and drinking Bacardi Limon out of sports bottles. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the heat or maybe that nigga was just nucking futz, but Earl decides that he wants to get on the stage.

Earl: I’m bout to go get on the stage.

Me: (instigating again) Yo, you should do that shit, kid!!!

Kareem: Man, shut the fuck up! You can’t even get up there. Security would bust your ass before you even got there.

Meat: I swear to God, if this nigga do that shit…

Me: Man fuck them, you a muhfucking Marine. You wanna go on stage, then get on the stage. Who gonna stop you?

Why the fuck did I say that? Earl started making his way through the crowd and eventually was directly in front of the stage. Kareem and I were cracking up, waiting to see Earl get beat down by the burly security guard. We have a sick sense of humor about stuff like that and that nigga had been getting on our nerves for the last 24 hours. Anyway, Earl made his move and got bumrushed off the stage. Of course, that was the most hilarious thing we had ever seen. We didn’t even try to hide our laughter when Earl came back.

Earl: Why ya’ll laughing?

Meat: Cuz yo stupid ass just got thrown six feet to the ground.

Me: That shit was funny, dawg!

Kareem: What the fuck were you thinking?

Earl: Fuck all y’all. You supposed to be my boys and you laughing.

Suddenly, everybody started running. I didn’t know why they were running, but we took off too. I don’t know if someone was shooting or what, but like any Black comedian will tell you, Black people ain’t gonna stick around to find out. Kareem, Dmitri and I all ran one way and that nigga Earl went the other way. When the hectic scene calmed down, we looked around for Earl, but he was nowhere to be found. For about an hour, we searched for this nigga, but we couldn’t find him. It would have made sense for him to come back to our spot, but he didn’t. I came up with the idea that maybe he was waiting at the train station, so we looked there too, but no Earl. Finally, with no idea how he was thinking, we took the train back to the car to see if he was waiting there. We wasted another hour on that wild goose chase. But we still couldn’t find Earl. That shit was blowing me…

To Be Continued

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Blowed (part 1)

First let me give you an explanation of the title. Blowed is a term that me and my boys used to use to express shock, surprise or disgust. It’s like if someone did something outrageous, we would say “that nigga is blowing me” or “Don’t blow me.” I don’t know if everybody said this, but back in 94 – 95 being blowed was a constant state for my crew. Also please excuse the excessive use of the word "nigga." That's just how we talked back then. And now on to the story…

Kareem called me from his dorm at Norfolk State late one night in 1994.

Kareem: “Yo, Son, we going to Freaknik. You wanna roll?”.

Me: “When is it? This weekend?”

Kareem: “Yeah, that nigga Earl gonna come up to VA and scoop me and then we riding out”

And that was how the adventure started. Little did I know that this April weekend would turn out to be one of the most blowed experiences I had up until that point in my life. I promptly called my part time job and told them I wouldn’t be coming back in until Monday and planned out the wardrobe. I called my sister and asked if we could crash in her living room. She was a senior at Spelman at the time and shacking up with her boyfriend in Doraville. She was cool with it so everything was set up. Kareem and Earl would come get me Thursday night and we would take the 3 ½ hour ride from Savannah to Atlanta and my first Freaknik.

I sat up playing Bill Walsh college football on the Sega Genesis while I waited for these fools to come pick me up. The itinerary didn’t really make sense to me, but who was I to question. Earl was going to drive from North Carolina to Virginia to pick up Kareem and then come all the way back down to Savannah to get me. But whatever, I wasn’t driving. I was just excited to go. As 9:00 PM morphed into 2:00 AM, I came to the realization that these niggaz was going to be majorly late. So I went to sleep. When I woke up at 10:00 in the morning and they still weren’t there, I resigned myself to the idea that they might not show up. I took a shower and threw on the Hilfiger shirt and the Polo shorts and zoned out to the Price is Right. Just as Bob Barker was revealing the second showcase, I heard a horn honking and pulsating bass coming from outside. I looked up and saw a Montero in the driveway. I grabbed my bag and headed outside, but Kareem met me at the door.

Kareem: Yo, these niggaz is blowing me! Earl showed up 5 hours late and then his ride broke down.

Me: Who’s the other cat?

Kareem: That’s my roomdawg, Dmitri. This is his truck.

Me: Is he cool? He ain’t gonna cause no problems in my sisters crib, is he?

Kareem: Nah, he straight. You need to watch out for that nigga Earl. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him, but he acting unstable as hell.

Me: Aiight, I’ll keep my eye out for the bullshit.

We made our way to the truck and I said my what’s ups to the fellas. I had never met Dmitri (who by the way wanted to be called “Meat.” Fuck that shit, I aint calling no dude “Meat”) and I only had hung out with Earl once or twice before. I wasn’t uncomfortable because they were Kareem’s friends and me and him had been cool since the 7th grade when he stole my pencils out of my book bag in chorus class. We piled in the Montero and headed towards Atlanta. There wasn’t much talking on the ride there, and what little conversation there was was drowned out by Dmitri’s 15 inch woofers. About half way there, Earl asked Dmitri to turn down the music because he had something to say to us.

Earl: Fellas, I just wanna tell you that I appreciate your fellowship this weekend. I’ve been going through some stuff.

Kareem and I looked at each other with the “this nigga is about to blow us” look on our faces. I motioned for Kareem to light the blunt as Earl continued.

Earl: I was driving down the highway after basic training (he was a Marine) and almost died. A deer ran out in the road and I swerved to avoid it. I hit the guard rail and the car flipped 13 times. I counted before I blacked out. (I grabbed the blunt from Kareem, cuz this nigga was talking some bullshit.) I woke up in the hospital 3 days later without a scratch, but I seen the light.

Kareem: Nigga, stop lying!!!

Me: (instigating as usual) For real??? That must have been scary.

Dmitri: Damn!

Earl: Yeah, I was drunk as hell. I had drank some golden grain and couldn’t see where I was going. I almost went to jail but they lost my blood test.

By this point I could no longer keep a straight face and I joined Kareem and Dmitri in derisive laughter. Earl took that shit personally and retreated into solitude.

Earl: I don’t care if you don’t believe me. It’s all true.

Dmitri turned the music back up as we blazed the weed. Earl pouted for the rest of the ride until we hit Atlanta. A couple hours later we arrived at my sister’s apartment to drop off our bags, pick up her spare key and raid her liquor supply. We were still underage and even though we could get drinks whenever we wanted, it was easier to take hers. Kareem and Dmitri had the hookup with some VA girls so we made plans to meet them downtown. It was around this time that Earl started to blow the scene again. Perhaps he had an aversion to women, but he acted a damn fool.

Earl: Why we gonna hook up with chicks you already know? We supposed to be hanging with just the fellas.

Kareem: Shut up, nigga! We aint gonna hang with them all night. Just have dinner and then hit the town.

Earl: I don’t know, it just don’t make sense to me, but if you guys insist…

Kareem: We insist, muhfucka! Now stop your bitchin’

And that was that, for the time being, at least. We drove to the Marta Station and took the train to Underground Atlanta. Once downtown, we took in the sights of Atlanta and more importantly, the bevy of young and beautiful Black women. After walking around for awhile using corny pick up lines, we went to the Sizzler to get up with the ladies. The setup was perfect, 4 guys and 4 girls. If that wasn’t a perfect recipe for a hook up, I don’t know what was. We flirted and conversed until our table was ready. Once we sat down, 7 of us placed our orders, the lone holdout being Earl. Apparently, he didn’t want to eat at Sizzler so he wasn’t going to order. This nigga sat there eating bread and drinking water, while the rest of us chowed down on steak and skrimps. It wouldn’t have been so bad but he kept looking longingly at our food. He was hungry as a hostage but we were not about to let this clown nigga get a solitary bite of our food. We should have known at this point that we were going to be blowed for the rest of the trip, but we gave that nigga Earl a second chance to redeem himself. Unfortunately, it didn’t go down like that.


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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Greatest Hits

I'm real busy with work today so I dont have time to write anything new, so I thought I would recycle a couple of my old posts from back when only a few people were reading this. I know its a cop out but bear with me. I'll be back tomorrow morning with something fresh. In the meantime check out one or all of these joints and tell me what you think. Remember I was just starting out blogging so be nice.

1 The 10 Strip Club Commandments

2 They Dont Dance No Mo

3 New Years Resolutions

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Monday, May 15, 2006

T. Casanova's Music Quiz: The Old School Hip Hop Version PT 2

Nikki got most of them right, Here are all the answers:

Heres the final installment of the Music Quiz series. Please no googling or stealing other peoples answers. Have fun!

1. I'm the pinnacle that means I reign supreme
And I'm notorious I'll crush you like a jelly bean

LL COOL J - "I'm Bad"

2.Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way

RUN DMC "Sucka MC's"

3. Kid Sensation dropped a $20, and didn't even miss it
skeeza from anotha' crew, she picked it up and kissed it

SIR MIX A LOT "My Posse's On Broadway"

4. "Nigga, please, you work for UPS"


5. To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator

EPMD "You Gotz Ta Chill"

6. I'm a b-boy Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants

ONYX "Slam"

7. Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it

Souls of Mischief "93 til Infinity"

8. Hey Mr. Bigshot... hey, don't you look fly?
But you don't have a nickle... ohhhh, my my my
You've been fightin again and, you forgot why
Hey kid, walk straight, master your high

Slick Rick "Hey Young World"

9. cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"

Luniz "I Got 5 On It"

10. She thought my name was Barry,
I told her it was Gary
She said she didn't like it so she chose to call me Larry
She said she'd love to marry, my baby she would carry
And if she had a baby, she'd name the baby Harry

UTFO "Roxanne, Roxanne"

11. When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"

Will Smith "Parents Just Don't Understand"

12. Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror what is wrong?

De La Soul "Me Myself and I"

13. “I like the whopper fuck the Big Mac”

Rob Base and EZ Rock "It Takes Two"

14. One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store

The D.O.C. "It's Gettin Funky"

15. And battlin' me is hazardous to health,
so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself

Marley Marl "The Symphony" (Big Daddy Kane's verse)

16. You'd better change what comes out your speaker
You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker
Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped
You're still tellin lies to me

Boogie Down Productions "The Bridge is Over"

17. I got a question -- it's serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer
hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin
Cause you're expressin, the rhyme that I'm stylin

Eric B and Rakim "I Ain't No Joke"

18. As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye

Snoop Doggy Dogg "Murder Was Tha Case"

19. Don't you know I'm too young for you, mister?
Sally from the Valley - she's my sister

Salt N Pepa "The Showstoppers"

20. I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan
And I shouldn't have to run from a Black Man

Kool Moe Dee on "Self Destruction"

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Friday, May 12, 2006

I'm Allergic, The Doc Prescribed Antihistamines

****EDIT**** 5/12/06 7:15 PM
You asked for it and here it is. Click this link for pictures of my jacked up eye. Warning: Do Not Click this link if you don't want to see. This is gross.

Inspiration "Welcome to Atlanta" Ludacris and Jermaine Dupri "I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams/I'm allergic, the doc prescribed antihistamines/Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork/Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork/Did you forget your fuckin manners/I'm Bruce with Banners/Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon"

What I'm Listening To - "Separate But Equal" - Little Brother

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "Since I'm up this early, will I still be late for work?"

Finally its Friday! I want to start by wishing all the moms out there a Happy Mother's Day. I hope your children and significant others do something nice for you. I originally was going to drive down to Savannah to surprise my mom and grandmother but I don't think I'm gonna make it. Why not, you ask? Because I am experiencing technical difficulties with my eye. My allergies have been acting up in the last week and Wednesday, when I woke up my eye was swollen shut. After a couple of hours of applying compresses, the swelling went down and then the uncontrollable tearing started. Turns out I have pink eye. I got some eyedrops to clear up the infection, but I can't wear my contact lens in my left eye. So, I been rolling with one contact for the last few days. I can function like that but I don't want to chance a four hour ride with one eye.

I can't stand these allergies. I'm all congested, my eyes are watery and itchy, and my skin is dry and red from blowing my nose so much. I look even more high than I usually do. I hate it when people look at me and say "T. you look terrible." Thank you, I know that. I didn't need you to point that out to me. Got me walking around looking like one of them zombies in "Night of the Living Dead." Of course that means that I can't go out nowhere for a while. How I'm gonna try to holla at a chick breathing out my mouth like Biggie and crying like I'm on Oprah? Its not a good look. At least the medicine is starting to work and I think I'm finally coming out of this. I hope to be back to normal after this weekend.

Hopefully, I can just chill this weekend and recover. The worst part about it is since I don't feel sick, I still want to do stuff, but I can't. I need to get a haircut, but I don't wanna start sneezing while dude got the clippers to my head. Might end up with an unintentional Nike swoosh in my hair, like cats used to rock in '89. I already got problems finding a barber to cut my hair right anyway. For some reason, they act like they aint never cut so called "good hair" before. (BTW, I hate that term, but I couldn't think of anything else to call it this morning.) They either cut it too low, or take forever and a day trying to use scissors to get every last stray strand of hair. I am rambling like a muhfucka, aint I? Tenacious, this is starting to sound like one of your posts. LOL. Oh yeah, I was saying that I hope people just leave me alone this weekend.

Anyway, Happy Mother's Day to everybody that got kids, and to my future babymama whereever you are.

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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

And Why Not?

Inspiration - "Mona Lisa" Slick Rick "I said, "It don't matter, see, I'm not picky/Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky/ R -- Ravishing,/ I -- Impress,/C -- Courageous; so careless/K -- for the Kangols which I've got, that I wear everyday/ and Y -- and why not?"

What I'm Listening To - "Take A Look Around" - Master Ace (1990)

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - See Below

Why did I buy my tickets for the Roots and Talib a month ago and I still havent gotten them in the mail yet?

Why did I take joy in firing that woman yesterday?

Why did I wake up with my eye swollen shut?

Why did Michael shoot Ana Lucia and Libby on Lost last week?

Why I gotta wait for Monday to see what happens next on 24?

Why are these fools in my apt complex painting at 8:00 in the morning?

Why am I not mad that the annoying colleague is leaving even though it means more work for me?

Why are male bloggers (including myself, sometimes) so damn arrogant?

Why aren't there any good templates for male bloggers?

Why everybody wanna hook you up when you already got somebody, but not when you by yourself?

Why was there a dead bird on my patio?

Why my brother use my computer to download gospel music? Isn't that stealing?

Why do I complain when I get tagged and then wish someone would tag me?

Why am I a drama magnet?

Why do I sometimes censor myself on my own blog?

Why do I purposely avoid people instead of telling them to leave me alone?

Why are certain people gonna think that last question was about them, but it's not?

Why do I pay all that money for the premium cable package and I don't even watch anything on it except "The Sopranos"?

Why is hip hip so boring now a days? (I still love it though)

Why is it so easy to ask why and call it a post?

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Let Me See Your Tattoo

Inspiration - "Tattoo" Legit Ballaz feat. Twista "Is it on your chest (uh huh)/ Is it on your back (uh huh)/ Is it on your leg (uh huh)/ Is it by your cat (uh huh)/ Where your tat, tat, tatty/ Let me see your tattoo girl/Where your tat, tat, tatty Let me see your tattoo girl "

What I'm Listening To - "Reel to Reel" - Grand Puba

Question(s) I asked myself today - "I haven't had allergies in the 6 years since I moved to Atlanta. Why are they acting up now?"

Everybody and they mama got tattoos now-a-days. Ain't nothing wrong with it, but some people just go overboard with it. There are some situations where I think tattoos are not appropriate. Its like how you gonna get a job when you got "Fuck The World" tattooed on your neck. That's not an exaggeration; I have actually seen that. I've seen some tats in the corporate world that made me think. A couple of months ago, I was interviewing this girl who had way too many tats. She had a rose on each breast, which I saw because she wore a low cut shirt (why would you dress like that for interview? Thats another story.) She also had her name tattooed on her neck and a rose inked on each foot and hand. That was just too much in my opinion. Some employers have a policy that all tattoos have to be covered. That would be impossible for this woman.

I used to want to get a tat, but I think I'm too old for that now. That stage of my life has passed. I wanted to get a Black fist with "Terrance X" emblazoned over it. Somehow I don't think that would be a good selling point for my career so I didn't get it. I thought about what people would think of me having that kind of tattoo. My overactive imagination went something like this:

It's a late night in July and my office is preparing for an audit. Everybody is burning the midnight oil trying to make sure everything is order. Unfortunately the air conditioning in the building isn't working, so the heat is making me sweat. I loosen my tie and roll up my sleeves and reveal my Terrance X Black Panther tattoo. Immediately, the whole room quiets and a sea of White faces look at me with fear and disgust. "Not you T. I didn't know you were one of those Black radicals." I am fired and have to resort to strong arm robbery to sustain my pseudo comfortable lifestyle. I get caught and sent to prison for a term of 10 years, during which time my wife leaves me for Bryant Gumbel who maintained his token Negro status.

Yeah, I know that wouldn't really happen but thats the way my mind works. And no, I'm not on drugs. LOL. But the point remains that some tattoos are better left to rappers and ballplayers.

By now you can tell I don't have any tattoos, but what about you? Where is it and what do you have? What about piercings? Tell me in the comments section and if you want to send pictures, you can forward them to I'm just (half) kidding. Also if you have stories of inappropriate or bad tattoos, feel free to share.

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Sunday, May 07, 2006

T. Casanova's Music Quiz: The Old School Hip Hop Version Pt 1.

***EDIT*** BLAH BLAH BLAH got all 20 right!!! Check her out. I think I need to make this harder next time. Why did everyone think that #7 was MC HAMMER? Here are the answers.

Same rules as last time. No cheating!!! I got like 20 more lyrics for the quiz but I decided to break it up in 2 parts. Good Luck!!!

1. How here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well

2. I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul

3. Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin

4. Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope

5. Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that

6. I walked past these dudes when they passed me
One of 'em felt my booty, he was nasty

7.Prayyyyyyy, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

8.I'm a freak I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom

9. I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe

10. When you say you love me, it doesn't matter.
It goes to my head as just chit chatter

11. P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

12. Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary

13. so while you imitatin' Al Capone
I be Nina Symone and defecating on your microphone

14. a room of teachers, parents, and preachers
a principal and one kid dress in sneakers

15. I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child

16. I saw a pretty girl So I sat beside her
Then she went roar like she was Tony the Tiger

17. Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double

18. This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo, but watch your head n shoulders

19. I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all

20. I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin so that you know

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Friday, May 05, 2006

Shook Ones

Inspiration - "Shook Ones" Mobb Deep "you all alone in these streets, cousin/every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'/and keep them shook crews runnin'/like they supposed to/they come around but they never come close to/I can see it inside your face/you're in the wrong place/cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up/with bullet holes and such/speak the wrong words to man and you will get touched/you can put your whole army against my team and/I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'"

What I'm Listening To - "Food and Liquor" Lupe Fiasco

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "How the hell did I forget about this story?"

P was talking about near death experiences on her blog and that got me to thinking. I've had a couple situations go down that could have been the end of T's life. I had almost forgotten about this one so I decided to write about it to remember everything that happened, sort of a repressed memory recovery.

It was July 4th, 1994. I was a 19 year old former nerd who was just finding his way in the social world. In the previous 2 years I had just started going to parties and clubs on a semi regular basis. Being that I had to work at my part time job at the hospital that afternoon, I missed out on all the cookouts. So when my best friends Kareem and Tori stopped by after I got off, I was down for whatever. This evenings agenda was to go to a club called "Sam Bowers," affectionately known as "The Bow Wow." The events that would follow left me shook for a while.

Let me preface this story by telling you that I had a middle class upbringing. We were not rich by any means, but I was sheltered from the thug and drug dealing environment that so many Black males experience. The closest I came to ghetto life was watching "Boyz n the Hood" or listening to a N.W.A. tape. My mother did a great job of making sure that I was safe and not a victim of the cycle of Black on Black crime that was so prevelant in Savannah, Georgia. "The Bow Wow" was a whole different story. The place was frequented by drug dealers and had a reputation for violence. But as a dumb 19 year old, I thought I was invincible and decided to take a walk on the wild side. There were some warning signs that I ignored and almost paid for it with my life.

The first sign I ignored came from my friend Tiffany. I called her and told her that I was going to The Bow Wow. She damn near lost her mind. In no uncertain terms, Tiffany told me that it was not a good idea. She listed off 4 people she knew that got shot at that club. Being as stubborn as I am, her words went in one ear and out the other. Next, when we got into the car to ride to the club, all of a sudden the sky opened up with an ominous display of lightning. I mean it was freaky because it didn't rain, but the lights in the sky were foreboding. Still, we were undeterred. Finally about halfway to the club, Tori got a speeding ticket. The cop who pulled us over said "it's dangerous out here tonight. You might want to head home." Of course, we were on some "F the Police" stuff, so we sure didn't listen to his warning. We were 3 young knuckleheads on a mission.

We arrived at the Bow Wow and paid our $5 cover. In retrospect, I remember that no one searched us for weapons at the door. We found a spot close to the bar to post up and get our bearings. I did my usual scan of the crowd and saw girls in short skirts and Daisy Dukes. The guys were in the thug uniform of a white tee and black jeans. (I swear I think Savannah was the start of that whole white tee thing, before Cash Money started doing it or Dem Franchise Boyz made that song.) I saw a couple of guys wearing heavy leather jackets in the hot ass club. I paid them no mind though, cuz the girls were doing the butterfly and shaking they ass to some Luke. Tori was the most outgoing of the crew, and he pulled a fly honey on the dance floor while Kareem and I chilled watching the scene go down. After awhile the mixture of heat and weed smoke became overwhelming so I stepped outside through a side door to get some air. I was leaning against the wall in a B-Boy stance when I heard a ruckus coming from the club. Someone started throwing beer bottles and a fight broke out. Next thing I know, two dudes come barrelling through the side door that I was standing next to throwing punches like they were engaged in a fight to the death.

"Shit! What do I do now?" I thought to myself. I wanted to get out of the way, but I didn't know which way to go. I glanced to my left towards the parking lot, but a huge crowd had gathered to watch the fight. I glanced to my right but that's where the fight was. I was stuck. Just then one of the fighters reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a .22. I saw it happening in slow motion, but had no time to react. Pop, Pop, Pop. He let off 3 shots in my general vicinity. He wasn't shooting at me, but somebody forgot to tell the bullets. 2 shots hit the intended target, the guy he was fighting. But the third bullet went awry and whizzed by my right ear ricocheting off the brick wall I was posted up on. What happened next was bedlam. Everybody took off running but I was paralyzed by fear for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually I came to my senses and pulled a Ben Johnson 100 yard dash to a parked car with some other club goers( adrenaline is a mutha fucka.) Scared as hell, I thought about where Kareem and Tori were. I waited for about a minute before I got the nerve to stick my head up and look for my homeys. I saw Kareem and yelled at him to take cover behind the car, but Tori was nowhere to be found. The scene calmed down a little and we began our search for our other friend.

Just when we thought it was all over, the shit started up again. Only this time, instead of a .22, niggaz were letting off with semi automatic weapons from their car. I saw on the news the next day that it was an AR 15 assault rifle, but for all intents and purposes that night, I thought it was an Uzi. Needless to say we took off running again. Kareem and I made our way to Tori's mother's station wagon, which was our transportation for the evening. Unfortunately all the doors were locked, so I had the bright idea of hiding under the car until the shooting stopped. After about 5 minutes, we heard the police sirens and figured it was safe to emerge from our hiding place. I was never so happy to see the Savannah Police Department in my life. The only problem was that we still didn't know where Tori was. We were able to piece together that he was on the dancefloor when the initial fight started, but in all the confusion that ensued, we lost him. Finally, he came staggering towards his ride, with his Hilfiger shirt in his hand and blood on his white tee.

Kareem and I looked at each other with a trepidatious gaze. Did Tori get hit in the crossfire? We ran towards him and checked to see where the blood was coming from. Fortunately, he just had a gash from a broken beer bottle and the stampede that ensued. I grabbed the car keys as Kareem helped Tori into the car. I sped out of the parking lot like I was driving the Mach 5, and headed home.

Later I found out some disturbing information. 4 people got shot that night and one of them died. One of the shooters was the son of one of my co workers at the hospital. And she lectured me about going to those kinds of places. The irony of that was not lost on me, but I couldnt even be mad because she was right. I had no business going to the Bow Wow. The club was shut down shortly after that. Then a local urban legend started to spread about "Sam Bowers." The club was supposedly owned by a leader of the KKK. The story went that he wanted a place for Black people to kill each other and fall victim to various vices. I never beleived the story, but reading this article has made me have second thoughts. Anyway, this was one experience that left me and my homeboys shook and more careful of where we hung out.

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

What Had Happened Was...

It just occurred to me that I never told y'all about my weekend. I know it's Wednesday now, but I don't know what else to write about so bear with me. My weekend actually started on Thursday.

I took Thursday and Friday off from work. By now you guys already know I am the worlds biggest procrastinator so I just started cleaning up the crib that morning. In my mind, I had plenty of time, b/c her flight didn't come in until 6PM. Apparently the spot was junkier than I thought because next thing I knew it was time to pick up her up from the airport and my kitchen was still a mess. Oh well, at least I had got rid of the lingering smell of Black & Milds and she's seen it much worse condition when we used to shack up. I sped through the rush hour traffic on 285 and got there as she was getting her luggage from baggage claim. We left and headed back towards the Cobb county side of things. We stopped at the mall so she can pick up a lil something and I saw the funniest thing at Macy's. We were at the MAC counter and this redhead chick was helping my friend. Then when she talked her voice was deep as hell. Turns out the chick with the long red hair and the MAC makeup was a dude named Charles. I tried to take a picture (you know I had the camera all weekend) but I couldn't get a shot without him/her noticing. I was trying hard not to show my WTF face and I think I succeeded. Anyway, we left the mall and hit up Jo.e's Cr.ab for some seafood and drinks (drinking was a recurring theme of the weekend) then came home and chilled.

We were feeling especially lazy after the previous evening, so we didn't leave the crib until about 2 in the afternoon. We stopped by Hoo.ters for some wings and beer and then went to the Geor.gia Aqu.arium. The aquarium was tight as hell. I was geeking out like a kid, especially at the Beluga whale exhibit. I took lots of pictures which I will add to my Flickr one of these days. We came home and chilled for a while and then went to Atlantic Station to get some steak and sushi at this restaurant called The Strip. When we got there there was a long line to get in. I mean what kind of restaurant has a velvet rope and bouncers? Obviously, we weren't trying to wait in a long ass line so we went to another spot across the way, called Rosa Mexicano. It was an upscale Mexican restaurant and the food was tremendous. My friend had this $11 margarita with patron, grand marnier and I don't know what else. After we left the spot, we chilled in Atlantic Station, people watching and drinking some more. There was this coffee lounge/bar that let us take our drinks outside, so we sat back( me with grand marnier and her with grey goose and cranberry) and observed some of the funny sights of Atlanta. We got home about 3 and chilled some more.

Woke up in the morning and went to the Cra.cker Bar.rell for some pancakes, bacon and eggs. Came back to the crib and chilled for a minute. I watched the first round of the NFL draft, while my friend was sleeping. We were supposed to go to Six Flags, but laziness prevented that. We started to get ready to go out again when she decided that she wanted to read my instant messages. What happened next was too funny. I had my Yahoo messenger password protected, but she downloaded some program that let her bypass the password. I still don't know what program that was, but I wasnt trying to have her read all them shits, so I turned the computer off. I thought it was over and went back to getting ready, then she locked me out of my own computer room and started reading my IM archives. That shit was funny, but even funnier was when I went to the circuit breaker and turned off the power in the crib so she would stop reading my shit. Anyway, we had a good laugh/discussion about that and went back to Atlantic Station. This time we actually made it to The Strip for steak and sushi. There was an hour wait so we went to the bar on the third floor balcony and ordered some drinks while we waited. 2 hours and 4 drinks each later, we finally got our table and had one of the best meals I had in awhile. It was expensive but worth it. So we left there a little full and a lot tipsy and went to one of our old friends Tina's house to say hi. After some more drinks, we headed back to my crib to pack and get a couple hours sleep before I had to take my friend back to airport.

SUNDAY: I dropped my friend off at the airport early in the morning. Her flight was like at 6 in the morning. I spent most of the day recuperating and catching up on sleep. Then later that evening I helped my friend K finish packing up her crib for her move to her new house. After that, I watched The Soprano's with Chi-town, drank some Bacardi Select and wrote my music quiz. I woke up Monday morning and went to work, already knowing that its gonna be a minute before I drink again.

I'm gonna post some pictures later, but I am late for work and you know how Blogger tends to act up when you post photos. Holla at y'all later!

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Monday, May 01, 2006

T. Casanova's Music Quiz: The Slow Jam Version

*****EDIT******11:46 PM 5/1/06


As promised, here is part one of the music quiz. Special thanks to my homegirl Chi-Town (and the Bacardi) for helping me come up with the hot R&B joints. Here are the rules: I've posted lyrics to some songs and I need you to give me the song title and the artist name in the comment section. All of these songs are from 10 years ago or longer. No cheating!!! Don't be looking up the lyrics on the internet or stealing other peoples answers. This is for pride only so don't be trying to be so damn competitive (I'm talking to you Nikki and Mocha!)

1. I don't know what it is that you've done to me
But it's caused me to act in such a crazy way

2. It never really mattered too much to me
that you were just too damned old for me

3. And my heart will be the pathway
I'm searching for a love that 's ever more.

4. Kissin' you is not enough for me
You know I'm a big boy, and big boys have desires

5. All summer long we've been together
And I never felt so good
Cuz when I'm with you
You're such a good time (yes it is)

6. Don't tell your friends that I don't mean nothin to ya
Please don't deny the truth

7. Don't be afraid of the way you feel
Open your heart and you'll see it's real

8. From the first time I saw your face
Girl, I knew I had to have you
I wanted to wrap you with my warm embrace
Visions of your lovely face

9. You know you had me
With your sensous charm
Yet you looked so alarmed
As I walked on by

10. C'mon in and close the door
I've got what you're looking
Dim the lights, unplug the phone
And turn the radio on

11. Roses are red and violets are blue
Love is blind and I don't know what to do(When you're)
With me you see that I have no fears
But when you leave me all I can say is

12. But you go hide, and let me seek
Let me be the one to make you weak

13. The music is low The lights are dim, there we lie
Passion overflows With every look in your eyes
Infatuation, lust And a lot of love

14. Everytime I close my eyes
I wake up feelin' so horny
I can't get you outta my mind
Sexin' you be all I see

15. Last night, we had an argument. You told me you love me.
All the things that I said, I never meant, no baby.
I didn't mean to make you cry.
I didn't mean to make you say, "bye, bye, bye"

16. I'll take good care of you That's what a man is supposed to do
And I'll be there for you all the time
Let your hair down Let me get you in the mood

17. Temperatures rising, And Your body's yearnin' for me.
Girl, lay it on me,
I place no one above thee,
Oh, take me to your ecstasy.

18. In the thunderin' rain
You stare into my eyes
I can feel your hands
Moving up my thighs
Skirt around my waist
Wall against my face
I can feel your lips

19. I know a freaky place that we can go
where the weather is always nice even at night.
We roll along the shore until we find a perfect place
cuz baby I been hopin that I can do you by the ocean

20. Last night I thought to back to when we made good love
Listening to some Marvin Gaye all night long
But I want that old thing back
Make these moments once again go right
So wontcha, so wontcha, do it for us babe

I'll do the Hip Hop version of the quiz later in the week. Good Luck!!!

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