Foward Motion

"I'll see you in August, no question." The SoD

This whole week has been full of surprises. I managed to get a raise, survive a mini riot at the job, and came off one of the illest weekends I've had this year. Although I didn't speak on it that much (I haven't spoke on anything much really) I feel like I have to address some issues before I continue on this post....

I really think DC people are bold as fuck. For a one night stay at a hotel that you just might have to go to gun classes for, will run you about a good c-note. To have a quiet dinner without the rest of the restaurant up your ass, requires you to meditate and block out things around you. To take the metro, you might just have to go through hypnosis just to deal with the unnecessary bullshit around you. Either way, I am understanding that DC is not the ideal place for me.

Given that I'm from a city (or small town dependant on where YOU are from) I'm used to the whole nigga syndrome. Still yet, we all need a break from the norm. The ghetto is all around us I know, still the need to breathe can somewhat be overwhelming. I found my air this past weekend, and next month I seek it again. Only this time, I make foward motion to further place my feet on new ground. With the leg getting better each day, I just keep pushing. While I'm here, I feel like a man mar que'd, just dealing with this case and working to make a better life for myself. The frustration gets to me sometimes, and the lack of communication devices keeps me from outletting to those I need to talk with. So I strive on what I can and just move foward.

I must acknowledge the dancer who didn't recognize the fact that she had enough coke up her nose to make me think she made pizzas rather than sniff some shit. Be advised I was looking for some herbal healing (get your mind out the gutta) and I was being directed to the snowman. I mean people, sometimes we know what we got on when we come out the house and sometimes we just don't care. But shit, if you do what you do, have enough common damn sense to actually clean up yourself before not just giving an answer I'm not looking for, but sell me a dance as well.

I can't say that was the illest thing that happened, there are alot more funny occurances (the smoke detector, the school and the bitch ass there who is petrified of the unknown, taking the metro a bit too far, etc.) but the one thing that stood out the most to me that makes me laugh is the man on the median on Rhode Island Avenue with the sign that said:

"I ain't gon' lie, I just want a beer"

For that I wanted to get this man some 211 in a six pack. Honesty like that should be rewarded, no matter what the issue is.

With that it's back to writing poetry...

The SoD