Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!! Rrrrrrrrrrfftttt!!

Today’s thoughts wrapped up in lyrics.

“F*ck the world don’t ask me for shyt,
cuz everything ya git
you got to work hard for it
honey shake ya hips
ya don’t stop…” –Biggie f/Mef

“I’m on some murder TI-p,
I’ll kill ya ASAP”-The Game

“Pulled to the curb
gettin' played like a sucka
Don't fight the power
[BANG] the motherfucka”-Ice Cube


[Wooooooo Saaaaaaaaaahhh]

Aiight, ya boy’s good now. Just wasn’t feeling quite myself today. Huggy needed a hug and shyt. You know how you just wake up with a frown and everything? Well my upside down smiley face was actually stemming from an incident that happened last night. A little argument between f r i e n d s. Did you notice how I used that term ever so loosely? It’s just something about a “friend” that puts you on blast in front of your superiors on a daily basis.

I don’t know if you realize that when it comes to evaluations and ranking in the military, people are rated against each other, in the same pay grade, up and down the line. It’s kinda of like when dealing with an imminent shark attack. You don’t have to be the fastest swimmer in the world, just faster than the next muhf*cka, you know? Well, displaying impeccable timing, he manages to always down my people in front of superior officers…with me standing right there!!!! Why does that bother me? First of all, we are supposed to be cool. Secondly, even if were weren’t, him dogging my people saying that they aren’t shyt, makes me look bad. It’s a reflection of leadership, you know? If you have ever seen Antwone Fisher then you know how close people sleep together on a ship. Not, real close, just close enough where, with the proper motivation, you can reach across and choke the shyt out of a nikka!! For better leverage you would have to get out of your rack though.

So how do I separate that anger I feel, that sense of betrayal, when we are at a bar on liberty in a foreign port? I just let it go. I mean, every bit of me wants to reach across and choke the shyt outta him, but I refrain. I just shake that shyt off. Oh, it's not easy. It's more like a life time struggle that I deal with every day. I've been told that I have the patience of Job sometimes. Other times, I’m like this muhf*cka…



...subject to break out into a whirlwind pyramid* on an unsuspectin' nikka's ass!!!!

*10 Huggy pts for whoever tells me where I referenced "Whirlwind pyramid."

HINT: That cartoon used to be the shyt growing up.

Have you ever...?

You can answer some if you like. I am just trying to move the day along.

Have you ever...?

-loved someone so bad that it hurt? I never knew what that meant until well into adulthood. Only told one woman that I loved her and meant it. ONE WOMAN IN MY WHOLE LIFE??? I know...sad. Umm...my answer is "Yes".

-wondered why in the hell the only other person in the elevator covers their nose and tries to play off where that smell came from when YOU KNOW it wasn't you that farted?

-been told to go get a switch that was going to be used to beat the hell out of your sister, but then get your stupid, overzealous ass knocked the hell out with the fallen tree that you came back with? I guess that was just my dumb ass. That f*cked me up for a minute.

-get banned for life from a community pool by a lifeguard because you and your cousin jumped in and got fished out of the deep side...TWICE???? IN ONE HOUR???? We were only five and it pretty much traumatized us. Not because we almost drowned twice...Noooo. Shyt, that was a young ass age to be "Banned for life" from something.
"If they never ever came back here...ummm...that would be great." What kind of shyt is that????

-put water on cereal because you were out of milk? How about Carnation Milk? I did it once but that is some nasty shyt.

-worn an actual pair of the Air Jordans that Mike played in and then gave away off of his very feet after a home game? I did. I thought I was the shyt when I wore them to gym the next day. Man, I was blowing layups, missing all kinda shots and the closest I came to dunkin' was my donut at breakfast. Hell, I even missed that muthaf*cka!!!! It must be the shoes.... Shyyyytt.

-seen Vida walking around my house looking for the rest of her damn clothes?

Unfortunately, neither have I...

What in THE hell ever happened to...?

Yep. Let me see where I can take yet another segment. The first of my "What in THE hell ever happened to..." will feature...

{Drum Roll}

Tevin Campbell

Born: 12 Nov 1976 (29 at time of post)
Birthplace: Dallas, Tx (I knew there was a reason I didn't like that lil' nikka)
Why he was famous: Protege' of Quincy Jones at 12. Debut album at 14 yrs old. 5 Grammy and 2 American Music Award nominations, won 1 Soul Train Award.


Had hits like:

1990-Tomorrow, Round and Round
1991-Just Ask Me To, Tell Me What You Want Me To Do
1992-Goodbye, Alone With You
1993-Confused, Can We Talk
1994-I'm Ready, Always In My Heart.
1995-Fell the hell off to me....
1999-Resurfaced with new album annnnnnnnnnnnd got arrested for soliciting a Los Angeles Police Officer for lewd acts. A lot can happen in 10 years.






Why did he fall off?: Victim of his own success. Debuting at 12 and being known as the cute lil' kid with the nice voice. People watched him grow up and really couldn't take him serious as he transcended from singing about holdin' hands and talking with little girls to getting together with a woman. I think most people still had that episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air on their minds when he played Ashley's love interest. Yeah, that episode was pretty gay. Sorry. I gotta try not to offend people. That episode was pretty ~ . As a matter fact there were rumors about him being ~homosexual~....For a while. Who knows? Not to mention the whole "soliciting lewd acts from an Undercover" with marijuana and shyt in the car. Yeah, either we were ashamed that he did it or pissed that he was stupid enough to get caught. But how many females actually thought of Tevin Campbell first, or even in the top twenty when it came to dreaming of being with a star? Don't be embarrassed.

Anyway, just before publishing this I found out he is planning on coming out this year with a CD scheduled for a winter release. Damn...oh well.

Feeling Less Than Adequate? This Won't Help.

I don't know if I pissed an ex-girlfriend off or just didn't perform up to par during a one night stand or something, but my f*cking email accounts are loaded with this shyt!!!! What the f*ck!!!! How the hell do you think it makes me look on my job when I open up an email and a coworker, out of the corner of their eyes, can see a big ass colorful picture like this one with words like..."Got a small dick???? Having a less than stellar ejaculation???? Not sellin' the ol' $$$$ shot???"

It has gotten to the point where I have to look around before I open any of my emails....Damnnnnn!!!!! This bullshyt needs to stop. Now I have to call every one of them hos and find out what the deal is. I mean, not that I'm paranoid or nothin'.

Razorback or Brokeback Football?

I hate to follow up a post like the last one with something like this, but I just got it in an email. Now if I am receiving this now, that means that it was out for a while. Apparently this is a photo taken on the Arkansas Razorback sideline. As the camera panned across and zoomed in on these people, it was said that the commentators paused and refused to say a word. Good career move. You know I would've said something though. My commentary would've went like this:

"Yeah, it looks like they're calling for a little more meat on that offensive line. That Kentucky defense is just runnin' through 'em. Why...they're just gettin' man-handled out there!!! It's just down right ridiculous. This team needs an enema!!"

I'd be lookin' for a new job on Monday.

Is This Just The Way It Is?

R.I.P














Ryan Francis

Inspired by this article on Yahoo Sports:Wondering Why

I didn't know him. I didn't follow USC basketball, or the Pac 10 for that matter. Why am I singling him out when so many lesser known people go through the same on a regular basis? Maybe because of what I noticed, and what really made me stop and think. I was just surprised to see a White journalist that was insightful and thoughtful enough to enlighten his readers on where the short comings of media and society lie. It's not as if he said anything profound, or something that we, if we have been paying attention over the years, wouldn't have noticed on our own. I think that it just hit me because over the weekend, a Mother's Day weekend, a mother has lost a son. I am halfway around the world in the middle of the ocean and I was able to wish my Mom a Happy Mother's Day. He won't be able to do that ever again.







What happened to Ryan Francis may have happened to many young athletes who may have temporarily escaped the clutches of the "beast". The unfortunate fact is that until you actually do "make it"...you still have to come home. Read the link and leave your thoughts if you want.

Papa Was a Rollin' Stone

create your own personalized map of the USA

Damn!!! 27 countries (12% of the World), 27 states (52% of the US). 27+27=52. There has got to be a damn winning lottery number in there somewhere. Maybe the pick four, even. Too bad I'm sittin' in the middle of the damn ocean. That, and Hawaii doesn't have a damn lottery. They don't realize that some of that money could help put books in the schools, but that's another story.

Okay, if you had never been out of the States before then I can understand not doing the last one I posted, but hopefully some of you have been out of the state though. If not, well, I don't think that they have anything smaller for like, cities in your state and shyt. We could probably come up with something, with the help of MapQuest, for like, different school districts or various corner liquour stores. If we are unsuccessful then you probably just need to buy yo' ass a bus ticket and get the f*ck outta Dodge!! No...really.

All around the world, same song.

27 Countries visited (12% of the World Total)

"I have smoked buddah in Budapest; had shisha in Bahrain.
Carved some Turkey in Instanbul, ran with the bulls in Spain.
All this was due to me joining the United States Navy....
Man, if I could do this shyt all over again."-Wun

That's right, I'm a world traveler. I can't say I like my travel agent but I have been to some really interesting places that I know I would've never seen otherwise. It's not for everyone, but its not that bad. Best places I've been too? Israel and Australia. No doubt. But it ain't over yet...

Countries visited

United States (obviously), Bulgaria, Mexico, Bahrain, Cuba, Iraq, Iran, Israel, Cuba, Turkey, Somalia, Yemen, Portugal, United Arab Emirates, Italy, China, Romania, India, Spain, Malaysia, Singapore, South Korea, Thailand, American Samoa, Australia, Guam, Papa New Guinea

Click on the link and make your own. Thanks for the idea, Em.

It Seems Like Its That Time Again.

There comes a time during one's life, several times actually, where a myriad of thoughts travel through one's mind. Most, while in no particular order, nor in any particular detail, seem to get pulled right out of one's ass. What I mean by that is you tend to think back on the thought, after some contemplation, and wonder just where the hell did that come from? Something like, "Was I really that bored that I was actually counting how many breaths I take at rest in one minute, divide that by two as if I had to share a finite amount of air with one other person, while trapped in something like a vault like that detective was in Harlem Nights and ...?" It would be something you might think about if you were going completely mad, but I was sitting behind a desk for 6 hours! Okay, same thing. Some would stop reading now and just chock it up to boredom. Yeah, that's the easy way out. I tend to believe that most of these thoughts are always in your mind but they are just waiting for the right opportunity to come out. Hopefully it's when you are all alone because, and J can be a witness to this, if it happens when you are with a friend...whoa...it just becomes one Stupid ass question. J, remember the Kanye West/John Legend song when leaving Chilli's? Yeah...I rest my case. Anyway, I am on a tangent. For those who almost failed Geometry like I did...what? It was 10th period, man!!! Let me get back on track. These are more of my random, and sometimes completely dumb ass, thoughts...

-Call me lazy, but why in the hell would you swim upstream to lay your eggs? Salmon are the second dumbest fish in creation. It seems to me that the lazy ass bear just moved up on the intelligence ladder as far as the animal kingdom is concerned. Dumbest fish: Goldfish. It's not their fault. Short term memory loss is a bitch!!! I can never remember what happened the day after being at the club when some serious drinkin' was involved so I know their life sucks! Much respeck, but they're still #1.

-Why would someone call you on your home phone and start off the conversation with

"Hello?"

"Where you at, man?"

[[Click...Dun...Dun...dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn]]

"Hello?"

-Is it just me or was everyone else's girlfriend in school (HS/college) a direct representation of their grades?

A=Pretty face& Bad Ass Body

B=Pretty face&Okay Body / Okay Face&Bad Ass Body

C=Pretty face or Bad Ass Body

D=Not so much worth mentioning too loudly/ good personality

F=Bad Face, Bad "meaning Bad" body/Converted Cross dresser/A+ of same gender

Maybe it was just me...2.5 GPA. You see? Where did that shyt come from???

-They say that to extend one's left hand to an Arab is a sign of disrepect due to the fact that it is the hand that they wipe their asses with. My question is, besides the hose that is present in every bathroom over there, have they not heard of toilet paper? Do they wipe their asses with their bare hand and then wash it? My left hand is just as clean as my right everytime I walk out of the bathroom. Hell, I'm subject to go crazy sometimes and switch hands up. What then? Do I walk up to him and tell him to pick one?

-Speaking of greetings, why is it that we men of color can walk down a crowded ass passageway and won't say nothing to, or acknowledge ,anyone we don't know until we walk up on another brotha? What do we do then? We give 'em the, "What's up, man?" head nod, don't we? What does that movement signify, you ask? Well as we lift our heads up, elevating the chin no greater than 15 degrees, we are basically saying, "Hey, man..they ain't hangin' any Niggas back the way I just came, am I cool yo way?" Anything more than 15 degrees and that nigga would've been runnin' towards you with his head all the way back, heels kicking his ass. It seems like I've heard that from my grandfather or something. I don't know because I was pretty young when people started imparting wisdom on me.

Well, I'm in the wind. Nothing else seems to be coming through. Just thought that I would share today's thoughts wit ya. Be easy.

The Nicotine Chronicles-Day 39- Unfiltered

I can definitely taste the food a lot better. I still haven't figured out if that goes in the plus column or not. Constantly itching and fidgeting around like the drug that I'm trying to kick is Crack Cocaine instead of what's normally found in cigarettes. The road to recovery is long and winding and I'm already getting dizzy. This is my story...


The Place: Manama, Bahrain

I was doing good with the whole "My new life as a nonsmoker" until...yep. You guessed it. We reached a port of call and there was alcohol aplenty!!! I thought that it had been long enough and I was through with cigarettes, tobacco, and all the trouble that accompanied it. WRONG!!! I lasted for about 4 beers but then I needed a cigarette shortly after that first glasss of Hen. Give me credit though because I only inhaled on the first and the last puff. The rest were just because the dude that gave me the square was sitting right in front of me. You see we were at someone's house that my boy knew and they were throwing a little BBQ for us. It seems like every time I come to Bahrain, I or someone that I know, runs into someone that they used to be stationed with. Anyway, on with the story.



This is a hookah pipe. It is used for smoking shisha. What is "shisha", you ask? I still don't know but it comes in assorted flavors like grape and apple, just to name a few. Actually I think it is a kind of tobacco but without the tobacco properties. Let me explain. I didn't feel shyt!!! Okay, let me redirect here.

Fast forward three days after we arrive in Bahrain and our travels finds me, HTB, Audi King and GP, in a very quaint-sized, for lack of a better word, living room surrounded by five Ethiopian females. If you have ever seen most Ethiopian females then you know that Luda had it right in "Pimpin' All over the World". Most of them are beautiful as hell. Well, most that I've ever met. Here we were shooting 80% though, which isn't bad. In the middle of us was a hookah pipe, not unlike the one pictured above. Now, how we got here isn't what is as important as what was going on in our minds regarding this instrument sitting before us. Of the four brothers only two of us were smokers...of cigarettes, that is. While the Ethies, as they are affectionately called, were eagerly awaiting their turn to puff on the dragon, we were looking on in amazement. Now we were shopping all day and we saw these things everywhere but paid little attention to them. Before our very eyes they were sucking on the end of the hose like it was a damn crack pipe! First of all, I was wondering if it was legal shyt that was in there. After that, I was wondering why the damn thing was unfiltered. Next came the whole, "Hey, why are we all sharing the same mouth device? I don't know you like that" thing. And lastly, after our curiosity piqued, "Why are you holding on to that damn thing for so long? I know you saw Friday! You better pass that shyt!!!" Now if you could have seen the way that each person was puffing on it you would've laughed your ass off. They were nonchalantly handling it, talking, pointing around the room and shyt, while all of our eyes were fixated on the hose. When they finally did pass it to one of us we hit that muhf*ckah like it was a joint or something. I'm talking...

((Swuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh))......((swuuuuuuhhhh))...((swuuuuuh))....{vein protruding out of skull}...((SWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH))...{COUGH}...{COUCH}...Pass...your session has ended.

Well, the look on their faces would have said it all. They were wondering just what the hell was wrong with us!!!! Not one of 'em hit it like we did, nor did any understand why we were coughing. I believe they thought that we were from another planet or something. They were laughing their asses off. Well remember I told you that 1 of the 5 was an exception to the rule? Yeah, well she was sitting directly in my line of sight. I hit that hookah so hard like I was trying to change her very appearance. You know, like trying to make Condi...{{Swuuuuuuuuuuhh}}...



...look like Gabby...



...{{SWUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH}}}... but to no avail, so I passed it. We had a pretty good time, though. When I woke up the next morning there was purple shyt all in my nose. I think that it was because it was unfiltered. Hell, if that was the case then what did my lungs look like?

The real story here is that I fell off the wagon. I smoked one cigarette the first day in, passed around the hookah, and then smoked one more cigarette two days after we pulled out. So in a 39 day period that isn't too bad, right? Well at least I am doing better than Ace. He's smoking like it's the latest craze. I am back on target and tracking now and don't forsee any more bumps in the road. The last cigarette was three days ago and I'm not feenin' one bit. But check this out. Can you imaging what college would've been like with one of these in the room???? Damn!!!

Hot Hooks

I know. I always start something and then don't keep up with it. Let's face it, plants die. Anyway, this was just going through my mind and I thought I would drop it. Having sort of a block so the first thing that I like I'm gonna throw down. I used to love this hook though. You gotta admit that being with someone that you wouldn't mind singing this hook to is ideal. I'm still looking. I am thinking that the journey will be better than the destination. Most times it always is.



ANYWHERE-112 feat.Lil' Zane

“We can make love on the bedroom floor
Then on top of my waterbed
I'm kissing you
Running my fingers through your hair
In the hallway
Making love away beside the stairs
We can do it anywhere...
I can love you in the shower
Both of our bodies dripping wet
On the patio we can make a night you won't forget
On the kitchen floor
As I softly pull your hair
We can do it anywhere, anywhere...”

Sniff...Sniff...yep...this is some bullshyt!!!

First of all, I am not a perfect individual. I know, I know...for all of you who led your life as I have and are waiting with baited breath on my next move, well, just start making your own damn tracks! I bet there hasn't been a let down that big since Forrest Gump stopped his cross-country run. But what I am really trying to say is that we do fuct up things when we are just clowning around sometimes and then wonder how in the hell things, or people, turn out the way they do. Now I was just going to read and then delete this email that I received from the Audi King but then I decided to comment on it. I know some of you might have seen these pics already, because I have, but how much thought did you put into what was actually going on? I am not campaignin’ or anything…unless ya’ll are goin’ to vote for a nikka…shyt, I need a guarantee. Nah, but all three of these pics are messed up. Let me tell you what the end result of this is going to be.



Yeah, it’s cute now, but when this muhf*cka starts stickin’ people up, selling drugs, or shooting someone, then you got a problem with it. Bet you won’t produce not a nann ‘nudda smile when you see him dressed the same 14 yrs later. You won’t even remember this moment. You will remember, however, the house you put up to pop this little muhf*cka outta jail. We don’t even wanna get into what is going to happen when he skips bail. Whooooaa!!! That’s when both your lives start circlin’ the drain!


“I’m in that GT, Choppa, on the passenger side. NO SKEET, SKEET, CHOPPA, ON THE PASSENGER SIDE!!!”-Fat Joe, “Go Crazy”-(Remix)Young Jeezy feat. Fat Joe/Jay-Z.

Now what the hell is this about? I mean, could she not find a babysitter? This is bullshyt. Hey J, this ho got the one in your story beat by a long shot. The thing that I just realized is that it is daylight out. Either one of these two just got outta jail or somebody popped a blue diamond by accident. What kind of message is that sending to the kid in the back? I can see the conversation now.

Dude: Yeah, Bitch…
Little Girl: What ya doin’ up there Mommy? When are we going to pick up Daddy?
Mom: Sit back, baby and be quiet.
Little Girl: But Mommy…
Mom: MOMMY SAID…OH…OH SHYT…SIT YO ASS BACK!…OOOOH SHYT…



Now, this is the one that pisses me off the most. This seems like a game to her, huh? It’s seems pretty funny until she grows up and her man is jumping woman to woman with that same smile on his face. She won’t remember how funny this was at one time. I am not saying that every man is conditioned in this fashion. Hell, it’s actually in our nature, and we are predestined…I mean…already cursed, but she doesn’t have to speed up the cycle. Now this dude’s FIRST girlfriend, what…maybe 3rd grade, is going to get drug through the mud. Little nikka gonna be making 4 hearts outta construction paper for 4 little girls on Valentine’s Day. Poor girl. It’s sad, really. Wait a minute! That car behind them looks familiar. Don’t tell me all of this shyt is happening in the same neighborhood!!!?!???