LIFE

A subject I'm so familiar with. I've been thru so much in my life I feel like a old man speaking wisdom to the youth. Or could it be thhat I'm so used to things going wrong, I'm good at helping others understand there troubles, yet I don't know how to corrale my own. They say Life is a you know what... I say Life is a babies momma. I say that because no matter what about life(and your BM for that matter) does to you, puts you thru, or stresses you, you have to deal with her for life regardless. So how do you deal, you ask? I learned no amount of complainig, crying, cussing, or anger is going to make your situation better no faster. You have to keep a level head. Easier said than done I know, but punching that wall is gonna make things worse. I'll give you a couple examples of why anger don't help. I tend to learn the hard way with everything. So anyway there was the time one of the lugs on the wheel of my car broke while I was changing my tire. Instead of calming down & thinking of a plan I threw the tire iron at the ground in anger & it bounced off the ground & onto my windshield. Well that cost $150 for a new windshield, some embarrassment, some explaining to my wife why there's a tire iron sticking out the windshield, and I still had to get that tire changed.i would share more but after reading that one back I sound crazy. whatever. So today I'm driving my wife to work, & afterword I was going to get an oil change. well I didn't make the oil change. I didn't even get to bring my wife to work. Why? Because life struck me again like I have a sign on me that reads, " HEY LIFE FEEL FREE AND SURPRISE ME" Well she did. Life punched me in the face. You see yesterday I knew I needed a oil change because it was hella dirty, but it was also low. So I put to quarts of oil in my car yesterday to sustain me until today when I got said oil change. To late. Car threw in the towel, on the middle of the freeway. Ahhhh life. I've learned enough to don't get mad....Plan!!
to be continued......

So you don't think your lame huh?

Why are so many people pushing 30 still at the club every single weekend? Is there something I'm missing out on? I mean it seems to be the same thing going on as last time I stopped going. I mean does it not get old after awile. Don't you have a wife & kids sir? And you, aren't you a mother of 3? Is it still as fun as when you 1st started going? I know the answer to that.... Hell nah it aint! you just don't have a life. You are not 18 anymore. I decided to go a few weeks back & its the same people there that was doing the same thing they was doing 8 years ago when I used to go. Where you hired as a main stay? Oh I get it, you wanted to get the new generation of club goers settled in & comfy. Maybe I'm just outta touch & I don't understand. What the hell is so fun at the club that you just have to see the same faces every single weekend? Oooohhh I see. You got a new watch, and a new outfit and wanted to show it off. Nothing says class like new club clothes. you know I figured out, a lot of people probley won't like me when the read my post. I don't care tho, this isn't for the simple minds. But I digress. inside of every faithful, dedicated club attendee is a lot of self centered-ness. I've done my research I know what I'm talking about. You want to be seen more than anyone else, and bad! However there is a small percentage of people who attend to find a hook up. There is also for whatever reason a even smaller percentage of people who go to find that special someone. Note: YOU WILL NOT FIND SOMEONE OF MARRIAGE MATERIAL AT THE CLUB! What's wrong with people? People who go to the club want to be seen or want to have sex. You meet quality people when you go to quality places. 9 times outta 10 when people hate who they're dating, and I say where'd you meet them and you reply, the club.... well you get it.

Role Models For Black Youth

If you were expecting me to call off the dogs after my Black people vs. Niggas rant, well you may want to find a different blogger. I have been sitting back observing something, that has been nawing away at me. I been trying to ignore it, but the more I ignore it the more it bothers me, that the people black youth in america are looking up to, should be the people they look down at. I know, I know, I'm a hater right? that's what you about to call me? I love how you become a hater when you speak the truth. But, since you on that, "I'm a hater tip" I'm going to give you something to really be mad at me about. First point is: rappers are not role models! I don't care what type of car they drive, how much ice they rock, or how much his house cost, he not raising all these kids looking up to him. Half the time the stuff he flaunting isn't his. Yea you heard me these niggas renting, and borrowing! I respect when anybody can make something out of nothing believe me. If you come from a rough life and you make something out of yourself, there is something to be said about that. I know from experience. The ghetto raised me! I just happen to be one of the ghetto children who see's the light, and tries to point out said light to others. Unfortunately most of my people have on blinders. So when they see, Lil Wayne, Jeezy, and whoever else, they just see the lifestyle, and not the sacrifices it took to get there. So that might explain why everybody and they mom is a rapper right now. Not everybody has skill. Which brings me to this point. Talk about something if your going to rap! But I don't want to go to far off subject. To all of my parents reading this: STOP LETTING THE TELEVISION RAISE YOUR KIDS! Why do your kids no more about Neffe and Frankie than they math homework? Why can they play Madden better than they know how to read? Why do they know more about who's beefing in rap then they know about what address they live at? And niggas, I want to ask you a question you might not like... Why are you proud of the ghetto ass pictures you have of your son holding your blunt, gun, beer, or whatever other trifiling thing they're holding? why do you act as though it's an accomplishment? And you wonder why every other race looks at us all like we are incapable of being normal. Don't say racisim either because your parenting is bad. Next so-called role model is the athelete. I'm not as mad about this as I am at the T.V. or rappers, being looked upon as something my kids should look up to. Sure there are some prime examples out there, but my main beef with this one is: why do you have to tell your kids to be like LeBron or Kobe, when they could be a doctor or a firefighter, or something else noble. Not every kid is going to make it to the NBA or NFL or MLB. For whatever reason when you have them chasing these dreams, you don't tell them about a back up plan. Why don't you give them game on bank accounts and degrees? Point being children should look up to their parents or firefighters, or teachers. They shouldn't be on the corner sagging to they knees wearing rest in peace T-shirts.We have a (half) black president now, which means you can let your kid know, you can run this country one day. Hey , it's ok to be smart. Kids need that drilled in there head more than ever. We all know the last resort for black people and niggas is the Army, and nobody really wants their kid going in there. Please set your kids up for a successful career, and future. Kobe and Lil Wayne don't have the time to do it.

Dear people of public transportation, I hate you!

Nothing says, "damn I need a car" like public transportation. however nothing makes you say, "I need a car to drive home because I need a drink" like the people of public transportation. I know you know what I'm talking about. those loud high school kids on the bus when school lets out, that homeless guy sitting next to you who wont stop scratching, or that person with the infectious sounding cough, sitting a couple rows back, but it feels like she's sitting next to you when that hack of a cough comes bellowing out. But it's a couple other people who bug me even more thatn them. There's a growing trend emerging on lightrails and buses everywhere I go. I'm talking about the jerk with whole songs downloaded to their cell phones. Playing them as loud as possible like everyone wants to hear the B.S. your listening to! Nothing like just wanting to get home after a long day and hearing something loud and distorted coming from someones hand, sounding like they recorded it from the TV. At least download it onto your phone..... scratch that. GET A GOT DAMN IPOD LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE! What? Your friend told it was a great idea so you ran with it? Or did you think we would all bob our heads and the bus would turn into the club?? Somedays I want to grab that damn phone, open the emergency window a play catch with the road at top speed. I would also like to address you Mr. Talk on the phone loudly. Memo to you: NONE OF US WANT TO HEAR YOUR CONVERSATION. We don't care which one of your friends got some loose broad from the club pregnant, we don't want to hear why or why not you don't feel like going to see your parole officer or how you feel the weed man got over on you. Stop looking at me when you talk about the last fight you got in. You don't want it trust me! By the way, that girl your staring at, while you talk about your last sexual experience ever so loudly isn't feeling you. Yea, she's not turned on. Just thought I'd let you know. Attention high school kids: SHUT UP, SIT DOWN, BEHAVE! You probley wont understand until you get older, but we are sick of you. Hey sneezy Mcgee: cover your mouth or I will be be forced to spray you with my purell. When I get a car again I wont have to deal with none of you again, until then I want you to know I hate you all! Yes that's including you Mr/Ms I don't know where my stop is...

Black people Vs. Niggas

I must say, there seems to be a common disconnect. All though there is no shortage on racism, there is an even bigger shortage of people who can tell the difference between common everyday harmless black people and the dreaded nigga. Although we all can have our nigga moments, most of us don't want the trouble. Before any of you get confused, thinking I'm some racist skinhead, I am very much black. Infact I was one of those "niggas" white people feared. Many moons ago I moved 90 miles east from a tough place nobody likes to visit(ahhh home, wow do I miss it).The move to a quiet , suburban style (but growing with alot of influence from my city), helped me realize there's more to life than possibly dying young. Or selling dope, or stiring trouble because there was nothing else to do. I was blind to it then, but my life was changing for the better and I didn't even realize it. I was becoming less of a "nigga" every year. Now that I'm older I understand both sides of the fence. The peaceful side, and the side average suburban people are scared of. Now I will be the first to say I love my people. But I can't stand niggas! If you don't know what qualifies you as a nigga I'll explain: A nigga is that person yelling at the cashier because they want 5% off of what ever item they have no business or the funds to pay for even after the discount is scanned in. A nigga is that person talkin shit about something they don't understand. The person yelling racism at a good point made by someone else of a diferent race. That person always wanting a "hook up"! Let me share a story with you that took place not to long ago. This moment set the tone for this blog. Plus it cemented the fact that I will NEVER do business with a nigga again! My wife and I were in a tough spot. In transition, trying to move back into our own apartment again soon. But, we had a storage bill that was kicking our ass. We wanteed to keep our things but we decided to sell our stuff and get rid of that storage bill, and just get new furniture when we got on our feet. So someone I thought was a friend was interested in the couches. He lolly gagged for weeks. Finally his mom decided she wanted our couches and our bedroom set. The couches alone were $1200. The bedroom set was worth about the same. We were in a tough spot because the storage bill was pass due and the storage place was gonna keep our things. So my "friends" mom decided we could keep our stuff at her spot, then buy the bedroom and livingroom set from us. We agreed. After we moved everything to her place she reveals she wants everything for $500. Kinda pissed us off but we were in a tough spot. So we said ok. There was a oak chess that belonged to my wife grandmother that was passed along down the family tree that we needed back. No money had been exchanged yet. This woman decides shes upset about the chess and lowers the price to $300!! So she wants $2400 worth of furniture for $300. The chess wasn't included in the first place. To make a long story short, We ended up giving up just about everything for $300. We had urgent bills to attend to. So my "friends" mom complains to us that she got the short end of the stick and kinda wants her money back, and then tries to claim we were stealing out her garage! How we gonna steal our own personal items? Goodness! Another example if your dealing with niggas incase you don't know: Anyone who didn't know nothing about Obama but he was black and wanted to vote just because of that. Had no idea what issues he was speaking about leading up to the election, just knew he was black and wanted a black man in office. Now I voted because I liked what he stood for and what he wanted to do. Race played no part. Black people may identify with this: If a man with big ass rims and a horrible paint job pulls up, and nods at you like he the shit.... Yup thats a nigga! That guy that turns his music to full blast when he see's you, yes sir that's a nigga. Regular common black people want to get ahead in life. They are saving money in their bank accounts, trying to figure out how to come up in life. And if they live in the ghetto, they're trying to figure out how to get out, not brag about how they live in it. And sure in the hell not complaining how the white man is keeping them from having all they can have in life! If you are blaming the white man for your problems your most likely a nigga! That's all for now. If I have any other thoughts on this I'll make a part two. Something tells me there will be.

Why is it so hard to find a job??

Never in my wildest dreams did I think finding a job would be so damn difficult. But it took me months just to find work. I mean damn, Im qualified! I have done everything from customer service , dirving, delivering, bussing tables, warehouse, labor, I mean the list goes on! Granted I know the economy is upside down, I know this. But I'm walking miles, and cathing the bus all over town just to hear, "We aren't hiring" , and "We're accepting applications". I don't want to hear that shit. I want some hope! Hell, when Burger King and Mcdonalds aren't calling you back there's a problem. I try to keep a positive attitude (which is a big challenge at times), because I know it's people doing alot worse than me. Somedays I just want to scream. Other days I just smile like everythings fine even though I'm pissed because I can't even afford to buy a 99 cent bag of chips at the store to curb my hunger. Never the less I keep moving. I just do like my favorite rapper THE JACKA says, " Just play it cool and pretend that everything is straight... this shit is wack tho" It's not like I'm going to start pan handling or something. "Quit" isn't even in my vocabulary. I did however just find a part-time job at a sporting good store. It's not what I want but it's something. I really want to be a firefighter or a CHP officer but I got to put that on hold because I'm newly married and my wife is the only one bringing in income. I'm not one of those asshole kind of husbands. Never will be, for that matter. We want kids and we want to move soon so I refuse to let her be the only one keeping us afloat. Today I start a new chapter. I wont let go of this job, because of all I been through in the last 6 months just to find this part-time job. I must say this blog thing isn't so bad. Not a bad start.... Not a bad start. you'll be hearing alot from me, I have alot to say. I'll tell you about work when I get off.