Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
For all it's worth..
...I know I act like a tough asshole most of the time-and in reality I'm more of an asshole than a tough guy-but today I have something I really need to speak on a Manhood tip. Jappy might be pregnant. I think I'm ready to be a dad and to be honest it's about fucking time it happened anyways. I think she'd be a good mother and we're for damn sure ready to settle down together if it does end up happening. The kid will be born here and raised in PI. It makes more sense and I'm cool with the plan if it does end up coming to pass. What is driving me fucking crazy is the idea that I'm 25 and want so much more from my life than a wife, a kid, a family and a spot. I want infamy. It sounds hella fucked up; burning the idea of permenant content for the life of couch hoping and worrying about ends but it's where I'm at. I want to go. I want to walk into a cypher somewhere and have complete fucking strangers know that I'm the motherfucker who's gunna' run shit. I want to boys to be able to do the same. I'm tired of kids games when it comes to this dancing thing and I really wanna push myself and those around me to higher heights. It's time we walked that diverging path and took ownership of ourselves and what we have to give.
So it ends at one question I'm posing to everyone who claims the fame: you ready for what's next?
So it ends at one question I'm posing to everyone who claims the fame: you ready for what's next?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
12hours for infamy
2:13pm: Sportie LA calls about the Yo! MTV Raps. They're in. They're on hold. To get em I have to burn to LA.
3:26pm: Soulrane gets the call. It's me. I'm in hysterics. I needed a new change of pants because I got the news I was hoping for all week. He's down. We're ready to burn and widen the ozone hole. LA is an imperative.
3:48pm: Traffic getting on the 15. So far and I'm already sweating. Deadline till Sportie LA closes is 4 hours and 22minutes.
4:13pm: On the phone fishing for buyers in the Melrose area. We come up horribly short but with contacts to people pretty far up the HipHop food chain. Poe1 got the call to grab our kicks before the spot closed. He however never got back to us. I'm trying to keep it together for the betterment of upper GI track and the shitty upholstery on my '02 civic.
5:36pm: Baker. Gas. $13 Beefjerky. Vitamin Water. Gone.
6:38pm: We're ass deep in kittens as I'm sweating felines and stinking up the car with beefjerky/nervous farts over making the close time. Bob Marley comes on the radio. Everything Is Gunna' Be Alright...so says the guy who died of cancer.
7:24pm: We're in L.A. officially. I'm still farting kittens and Soul's getting the haps for afterwards on the record. We're slotted to meet Dani at her crib then grab some food. The thought of eating at this point induces uncontrollable flatulence. I seriously pity Soul's nostrils. We're doing 90+. A mission. We acknowledge to the clerk at Sportie LA that, yes, we know we're fucking crazy.
8:06pm: Soul's in the spot. I'm parking the shivic(shitty civic). I somehow can't recall anything within the span of the last ten minutes as I illegally park and brave retarded melrose traffic. Full body casts be damned. I'm getting the fucking shoes.
8:07pm: They're on the counter waiting for me. The box a lexicon for everything right in the twisted little world. They're a beacon of hope that advertises for me not to doubt the desire and will of another human being to brave insane traffic fines, possible death and definite intestinal problems if the drive to obtain is truly strong within. I ignore the dunks, the Adidas, the priceless vintage Pro-Keds and I bomb ass of teakettle to pay. They're in the bag. I'm getting some fucking pizza. Your Tuesday never knew that kind of acceleration.
9-12am: We fart around LA. Video doc to come.
the MTV PUMA trip.
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3:26pm: Soulrane gets the call. It's me. I'm in hysterics. I needed a new change of pants because I got the news I was hoping for all week. He's down. We're ready to burn and widen the ozone hole. LA is an imperative.
3:48pm: Traffic getting on the 15. So far and I'm already sweating. Deadline till Sportie LA closes is 4 hours and 22minutes.
4:13pm: On the phone fishing for buyers in the Melrose area. We come up horribly short but with contacts to people pretty far up the HipHop food chain. Poe1 got the call to grab our kicks before the spot closed. He however never got back to us. I'm trying to keep it together for the betterment of upper GI track and the shitty upholstery on my '02 civic.
5:36pm: Baker. Gas. $13 Beefjerky. Vitamin Water. Gone.
6:38pm: We're ass deep in kittens as I'm sweating felines and stinking up the car with beefjerky/nervous farts over making the close time. Bob Marley comes on the radio. Everything Is Gunna' Be Alright...so says the guy who died of cancer.
7:24pm: We're in L.A. officially. I'm still farting kittens and Soul's getting the haps for afterwards on the record. We're slotted to meet Dani at her crib then grab some food. The thought of eating at this point induces uncontrollable flatulence. I seriously pity Soul's nostrils. We're doing 90+. A mission. We acknowledge to the clerk at Sportie LA that, yes, we know we're fucking crazy.
8:06pm: Soul's in the spot. I'm parking the shivic(shitty civic). I somehow can't recall anything within the span of the last ten minutes as I illegally park and brave retarded melrose traffic. Full body casts be damned. I'm getting the fucking shoes.
8:07pm: They're on the counter waiting for me. The box a lexicon for everything right in the twisted little world. They're a beacon of hope that advertises for me not to doubt the desire and will of another human being to brave insane traffic fines, possible death and definite intestinal problems if the drive to obtain is truly strong within. I ignore the dunks, the Adidas, the priceless vintage Pro-Keds and I bomb ass of teakettle to pay. They're in the bag. I'm getting some fucking pizza. Your Tuesday never knew that kind of acceleration.
9-12am: We fart around LA. Video doc to come.
the MTV PUMA trip.
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
I love how..
...this summer came to close yet the heat stayed up.
...best friends catch feelings and hold grudges over misunderstandings.
...I'm surrounded by women but none of them come cheap.
...I'm failing school without stepping foot in the classroom.
...My job pays me enough to get by not enough to make it worth staying.
...I'm a contributor to a blog and yet I'm too scared to contribute.
...My world is changing yet again and this time it's not at a casual pace.
...I could do so much if I had just a little more.
...My shampoo smells.
...my new glasses make me actually look my age.
...Jappy's leaving and she's probably made me happier than most of the people I know.
...This entry made no relevant sense.
...nobody will read it and care.
...everyone is wearing "the uniform" now regardless of taste.
...Fiberops brought quality back.
...everyone follows but very few lead.
...I know most of the people who follow.
...I know very few people who lead.
...All of my friends always need something that requires immediate attention.
...none of them seem to rely on themselves.
...they everyone can't seem to quit destructive behavior.
...everyone falls into the same problems again and again.
...you actually spent the time to read this.
...best friends catch feelings and hold grudges over misunderstandings.
...I'm surrounded by women but none of them come cheap.
...I'm failing school without stepping foot in the classroom.
...My job pays me enough to get by not enough to make it worth staying.
...I'm a contributor to a blog and yet I'm too scared to contribute.
...My world is changing yet again and this time it's not at a casual pace.
...I could do so much if I had just a little more.
...My shampoo smells.
...my new glasses make me actually look my age.
...Jappy's leaving and she's probably made me happier than most of the people I know.
...This entry made no relevant sense.
...nobody will read it and care.
...everyone is wearing "the uniform" now regardless of taste.
...Fiberops brought quality back.
...everyone follows but very few lead.
...I know most of the people who follow.
...I know very few people who lead.
...All of my friends always need something that requires immediate attention.
...none of them seem to rely on themselves.
...they everyone can't seem to quit destructive behavior.
...everyone falls into the same problems again and again.
...you actually spent the time to read this.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Do This, This Way
Love em all, trust a few, fear none.
Love your neighbor as you would yourself but choose your neighborhood.
I realized tonight that I can seriously do better with the decisions I make concerning the people I keep around me. I can't get mad at anyone for being themselves and playing right into character flaws I knew they already had. All I can do is say the blame is mine and I'll carry it. Get under my skin once it's on you. Do it twice and it's my fault. Right now I can only blame myself for allowing other people's bullshit effect me.
I'm kind of done playing along. If you slow me down than I'm going past you.
Love your neighbor as you would yourself but choose your neighborhood.
I realized tonight that I can seriously do better with the decisions I make concerning the people I keep around me. I can't get mad at anyone for being themselves and playing right into character flaws I knew they already had. All I can do is say the blame is mine and I'll carry it. Get under my skin once it's on you. Do it twice and it's my fault. Right now I can only blame myself for allowing other people's bullshit effect me.
I'm kind of done playing along. If you slow me down than I'm going past you.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
One of the best summers of my life.
I didn't do everything I wanted to but what I did do was worth the effort and regret of not getting to everything else. Long live sweltering summer days, periodic work shifts and girls with no underwear!!
So I won't forget:
So I won't forget:
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