Look Closely

"...'Strong',  'Intimate', and 'Dangerous'....top to bottom"  -  Tattoo on left shoulder

There comes a time where things just go up.  You wake up one morning and after giving thanks, just take in what's good.  The phone rings and you are performing in a big show in your hometown, you recommunicate with your best friend, you have a photo shoot that is promising, new jobs begin, and although the temperature is set on "melt", you realize that this is some cool shit happening.  So fast, so in sync, so fucking good.

Fuck what you heard, it's what you know.  I have to limit all my travelling to weekends and you know what?  Maybe that's all I need.  I always lived by the phrase work hard play hard so there it is.  With that GPS shit in the car and a new phone in the works with the same thing, the last thing I need is someone up in my ass about how I couldn't come see folks.   So once again I will go on tour, catching up and tearing shit down in the process.  This is gonna be some shit.  It's the drive home that's gonna be ill though.   Gotta get back and repeat the process.

So with that said, New York and New Jersey seems like the spots to chill, DC is last on the menu.  Looks like Darkness is gonna go for a ride.  

a lil' snippet cause some are asking....what the fuck does that shit have to do with the quote up there?

The heavens underestimate my powerful eternal reign simple and plain my time on this earth from birth til the day I die is spent living for the lifetime instead of the moment.  It was these same moments that gave me a chance to dance with death, in fact it was these same moments that I spent most of the time taking in my fate over in over in a last breath followed by short clips of life slideshowing different times when I was at my finest.  All this as I look at and take in what should've been the end of me.  Wink to the sky cause I know God's been good to me.  So each day I'm alive I strive to become stronger, on the inside more so the outside holds up longer...

The heart understands my personal eccentric repetoire by far I'm a romantic, fuck circle yes or no I wrote love poems on candy braclets with your name in the middle, trace circles on your backside and while making you giggle I'll tell you a riddle that I won't even have the answer to, but to think on it together forever makes it even better to hang with you and this comes without banging you and no I'm not aiming to, i'm too serious for playin' so I'll be fucking me gaming you.......

Ok enough for now...hmmmm that's two I gotta finish.  Those who know me, look close.

You've been served.

The SoD

It's Only the Beginning...

"Fuck classmates....I got church folk" - The SoD

It's been years...too long actually.  God doesn't time fly??

20 years ago....

Dover Deleware, the big one.  4 days and 3 nights college campus, and not one student in sight.   My crew wasn't as big then.  The second generation, the new jacks.  I walked on that campus of Del. State and no I had no intention on things happening the way they did.  The broad spectrum was meet and greet, mingle, and if your lucky make a new friend and enjoy that penpal life that you were introduced in grade school.  I had a bestfirend already, total opposite of him, yet it was the simplest of things that kept us close.  It was his eye that made me look your way, it was the first of many looks, and when we talked, you could shut out the rest of the world because unlike most of the others that was demanding attention, you had mine, and haven't lost it since.

Once the 1st generation left it all to us in 89' I knew seeing you again was a possibility.  You and my best friend was together, and I swore if you had looked at our phone bills you could easily see who talked more.  You can easily say that you and I had a bond.  Real recognize real, and I never once had to ask "Just who the fuck are you again??!"  There was the 1st meeting of your grandma, and you meeting my moms.   We protected each other, and no matter what, we held shit down.  

Someone help whoever fucked with that, or at least tried to.  There were haters everywhere, from the girls who couldn't stand you to the bitch ass muhfuckas that tried everyway possible to bring out the side of me that I should've left at home.  There was the incidents, the 9 in the suitcase, the football, the ongoing tension between New England and New Jersey no one but us understands but those involved, the waterwar on campus, the walkout in NY, the Detroit revelation, the girl from Rhode Island (you gave me hell with that), Tasha, Malcolm, that light skinned fuck with the high top that looked like Donald Duck, Miami (siggghhhhhhhhh).  The lack of understanding that we we're fucking inseperable, and those who didn't quite get it learned the hard way.   The intoxicating times shared in those spots, the late night talks that crept to the sunrise.  Wiped tears in the middle of heartaches we only asked for dealing with bullshit folks.  We learned not everyone is like us, we disagreed and got mad at each other like everyone else, yet the night wasn't over until we talked, even if it took all fucking night.  One of the first to ever really calm me down, at that age.  You knew I was something different, as I did you.   

We had our blank times, complete years of absence where some would either forget or choose to forget, eliminate closeness due to lack of presence.  Our paths would cross again not because they had to, but because we wouldn't let it happen any other way.  We have that bond.  We think alike, and for some reason, when you think about me, I'm thinking about you too.  Yep, we crazy.  My people's still know how to find you, and it's good.  I was starting to get worried.

So you got married, and I almost did.  Kids no but I'm working on it.  Worked for the government and still say fuck politics.  I'm alive no jive and I'm doing just fine kid.  

Fast foward to now, thirty, yet twenty years in the making.  After all this time, you are the one friend who's been there in some of my best and worst of times.  You've been the same and I couldn't ask for more...

....then again.....

You my best friend and yeah, it's only the beginning.

The SoD

I'm It....

"I'm funny enough....no more fowarding me chain letters and jokes on my phone please...." - The SoD


What I was doing 10 years ago?

Busting ass at Newbury College

5 Snacks I Enjoy
1. Charms Blow Pops
2. Tootsie Pops
3. Vanilla Oreos
4. Krispy Kreme Donuts
5. Kettle Corn Popcorn

5 Things On My 2-do List 2day
1. Walk my dog
2. Check on GMa while Moms is away
3. Finish working on track for album
4. Go to Foxwoods just to get away.
5. Roll purple in pink lemonade prior to #3.

5 Things I would do as a Billionaire.
1. Seek the truth on 9/11 and dare someone to call me unpatriotic.
2. Buy an island and mail a picture of my ass to the IRS.
3. Find a 3rd World Country to live in so I can go on BBC and talk about how fucked up the US is while sitting in flip flops feeding my iguana snickers bars.
4. Consider steps to become a trillionaire in case 1 don't work.
5. Invest in myself.

5 Jobs I've Had...
1. Security Officer
2. US Marine
3. Sales Manager @ Foot Locker
4. Youth Counselor
5. Artist (still employed)

5 Bad Habits
1. I bite my nails
2. I curse alot
3. I don't think there's any more

5 People I want tagged
1.________ Insert name here and do this OK??? (I'm talking to whoever reads this.)

5 Random Things You Don't Know About Me
1. I'm alot smarter than you think.
2. I can withstand pain like you wouldn't believe.
3. I'll keep it at that, those other 3 are for me.

The SoD