Ive Never Seen A Man Cry Until Ive Seen A Man Die

The funny thing about blogging is that it consumes your whole 8 hour work day. I have so much to do when I get off work, when does my friggin boss expect me to blog?

I was hurt by this news on several levels.(these levels arent in any particular order) One being the fact that I am a avid redskins fan and he was a hard-hitting MO-FO. Second is the fact that he leaves behind a new family. Thirdly is the fact that this is another blackman lost to nonsence. I myself being a blackman have lost several friends and relatives to nonsence. I hate to admit it but I automatically assumed this was another case of black on black crime. They dont have any witnesses or clues for that matter so why would I think such a thing? Have I been systematically programmed by..."The Man" Ive been in a daze for the last few couple of days thinking to much. Ive been enjoying reading other blogs. You guys keep me on point. Its Friday night and im on my way to an old head party to re-invigorate my soul. Ill finish this later its almost 5 O'clock.

202AM - Back from the old head party. It did the trick in getting me back to my regular self. I love to listen to older folks, they have alot of knowledge, I was told Im to young to have such deep thoughts, I need to take a deep breath and let some of the weight of the world off my shoulders and sip my Remy a tad bit slower to appreciate the taste. Life is way to short. Tipsy old folks have tons of advice. They knew off the break the killers were black. I attempted to throw the "your generalizing" curveball which they immediatley knock out of the park. I think the general consensus was that I need to live and learn a little more. As they cracked jokes and reminisced about how they used to be just like me, I stubbornly told them that times have changed and its not how it used to be WAY back in the day. I was sent to the store for ice and cigerettes. I guess the more things change the more they stay the same.

P.S. Not one but two lazy eyes?

Am I one of those people???

I asked one of my good friends what I should blog about today and she said I should write about mooching family members who come over to eat your food and drink all your alcohol and dont even think to contribute. I was like yeah, those are a lazy, irresponsible,dis-respectfull group of people. Then when I thought about it, Am one of those people? Im going to my mothers house for dinner. I might bring a 12 pack of Yuenglings but mom dosent drink, then Im going to my pops house probably with same said 12 pack. My father strickly drinks dark liquor , no beer. After I leave both houses you know I have commandeered enough food to last me a month. My last stop is one of my best friends house with by now a 3 pack, he has a wet bar complete with a keg-a-rator full of Heineken. I wonder if she was talking about me? Probably not...right?

Thats my man to the end

This here is my man fiddy. We grew up together since before this picture. We have always been close, but as time went on we choose seperate paths, mine was the school route and his was the street one. We always keep in contact but our values and beliefs somewhere along the way changed. I remember one time in 7th grade, he skipped school with the "bad crowd", they waited for the bell to ring and then jetted across the street into the woods. I was supposed to go but of course I was a straight up shook one.(plus Mark Turner was there!) All through high school my man was definatley on some other level. Our friends became different but for some reason he and I still remained tight. The first time he got arrested, it was in the paper, he was caught in a stolen car. The second time was for drugs. My mother always would say your judged by the company you keep, but being true to my cancerian ways Im very loyal to my friends. Of course now he wasnt allowed over to my house anymore and we werent supposed to hang-out. When it was time for me to go away to college, he already had his own place and a new Maxima ( the old skool square one) I used to hangout at his place the summer before I left. I didnt want to go away to school but you guys already know Ma-dukes wasnt having it. Enough babbling, not even sure where im going with this one. I wonder what one set of events or occurences happened in either one of our lives to make us turn out so differently. My man has been in jail for a couple years now and we still stay in contact. It could has so easily been him in my shoes and me in his.

Ghost RA and Scootermonk!!

Tonight is the night like Betty White. Im on my way to see RAKIM! I did all my chores, everything wifey asked for, It was no problem, I painted the kitchen, I cleaned my closet (no pun intended) I raked the leaves, took shorty to get a haircut washed the dishes, vacuumed, dusted, cooked dinner went to the mall for 6 friigin hours....no sweat. My boy Roy is on his way over to pre-game. I got a case of Yuengling's and some Remy. You gotta get your head right,right? Ive been waiting for this moment for a while. Ive never seen Rakim live. Rakim of Eric B. and Rakim. I think I know ever lyric this dude ever wrote. Ive been waiting for this moment for years. My #1 and #2 are KRS and The R. Ive seen KRS several times. Ive seen EPMD, Ive seen Tribe and Dela. I remember exactly where I was when I heard both Biggie and Tu-Pac were killed. Im a hip-hop head and can debate with the best of them even though I grew up in the Burg. The tickets are 35 beans. The crew was like that a tad bit step!! I was like thats it? to see one of the ledgends. One of the pioneers who paved the way for 125 dollar Jigga? HEY Abdul - can I get a Rakim song on your show. OK im Audi 5000 G's. Ill hit you back and tell how great the show was

Rakim was a no-show, After Ghostface gave up a great show, The club Sonar hit us with the old "Rakim is stuck in traffic on 95 but will be here in 20 minutes" trick. Well 45 minutes and 5 brews later we got hit with the enevitable news that The R will not be making it but if we all come back on Dec.28th he will give us a special show. I guess I can wait. I still stay true to hip-hop. There have been a few rough spots but through-out our relationship, the good out weighs the bad. Sometimes when Hip-Hop is pissing me off I remineise, check out this Blog from Shae-Shae

Buckwheat was the coolest Lil Rascal

href="http://www.wdsu.com/news/14573933/detail.html">http://www.wdsu.com/news/14573933/detail.html

When I first started this blog, I promised myself it would be about just random stuff and not all one-sided. What better way to express myself and not have to get any flak about my views, I can read your comments and leave it at that. Whether they are good or bad comments, im just geeking off the fact that someone is reading my stuff. OK now that we have that all cleared up, it seems like I could dedicate my whole blog to stupid thing people say and do. Im being politically correct by saying people. Im actually getting tired of certain people thinking they can just say anything and its cool. The dude Dog thought he was black because he grew up rough in a bad neighborhood? WTF. This chick Carla Dartez apparently didnt see anything wrong with calling a black lady Buckwheat? Even from one black person to another this is considered a diss. I was in Elementary school several,several,several years ago and that was one of the first cracks I received from this kid named Mark Turner on a cold rainy Wednesday right after lunch on our way to Social Studies and he was blacker than me!

Are Dog and Carla apologizing because they see the error of their ways or because they got caught? The only reason Mark Turner apologized was because Ms. Slade overheard him.

G-Burgs most wanted

Ive been getting so much feedback on the talking "white" blog that it opened up another can of worms. Not only do I apperantly talk "white" but since I grew up in the "burbs" I dont have the authority to speak on the state of Hip Hop or the plight of the blackman or wear Timboes or even bump my music at loud decibels....all of which I do on a regular.

I used to get sucked in that trap of trying to justify my blackness, but I guess being older and wiser now I realize that my life was so good growing up because ma-dukes wasnt havin it. I grew up in the burbs because mom made sure I grew up in the burbs.

Black or White?

www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/06/missing.woman/index.html?iref=mpstoryview


OK - I hate when people pull the race card and some of my best friends are white so that means Im not racist!(right?) When I was reading this article I couldnt help but think this guy is guilty as hell. This is coming from scootermonk who honestly believes that OJ is innocent. I wanted to see what this guy looked like partly because Im nosey and partly because I wanted to see what color he is. Imagine my surprise when I couldnt find one single picture? HMMMMM? What color do we think he is?



http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/09/missing.wife.ap/index.html

I would love to say I told you so but everyone already knew this outcome. right?

No I dont have my law degree and the only bar I passed is the one on Fairmont Ave. (because they have crazy hours) but this dude is oh so guilty.

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/law/11/13/missing.wife.ap/index.html

My mother always told me to tell the truth, but my boys always told me to deny till you die if questioned...always stick to your story!

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/law/11/14/missing.wife.ap/index.html

My degree from Special Victims Units University tells me this dude is innocent

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/28/missing.wife.ap/index.html

Im so Hood!!

Quick Friday afternoon blog....

I got accused of talking "White" by one of my boys last night. At first I brushed him off like "whatever dude", then I asked him what exactly is "talking white?" Does he mean because I speak correctly? Does he mean because I know how to put my words together or because I dont use the word "be" every chance I get? I remember how my mother, father, aunt, uncle, grandmother and grandfather use to correct me all the time. I can talk slang with the best of them but even then I speak it correctly. My boy said he speaks correctly at work but on the weekends and when he's hanging with the "fellas" he can relax and speak however he feels? Call me crazy but when your home on the weekend (with the kids) isnt this is the time you should really be on your correct speaking game.

OK - so ima bout to hit up the brew spot then bounce to the cribo. Ill holla atchoo cats latah. peace Dawgs!