Thursday, January 22, 2015


I'm not in a new state, but today I felt sort of, shitty. I've been so engulfed in working this minimum wage job in order to pay my dues that I've been neglecting all aspects of myself. Although, it seems to give me some sort or purpose, and I enjoy the company of my coworkers, at the end of the day it's easy money, and my coworkers are only coworkers (for now). There's no promise of a career, or friends, and low-key that's all I'm looking for honestly. I'm just a young nigga out here looking for love and money. Yes, a young NIGGA. Whatever it implies. You'd never know unless I told you however. Or maybe you would? Who cares, but it seems pretty standard right? Isn't that the goal for most of us, if not all? Aren't we all niggas in some way? But what does that even mean? Let's do some research and touch back on this topic. *rain check* Some just have a better advantage of achieving goals.

Anyways, I'm here at this restaurant in Georgetown, I-Thai, it's a nice atmosphere and this long island is one if the Best I've had, but it's just a long island. I decided to treat myself to my first happy hour, crazy I've never been. These shrimp dumplings and spring rolls are only $1.50! They're alright tho, something about the dumplings taste a little off to me. I can't quite pin it down. It has the subtle taste of an old sour rag.

Sidenote: Everyone's looking at me eat  by myself. Or the bartender is at least

I have a desire to get a little drunk and greet customers. Sorry, guests. It'll be fun for me tho. I'm realizing that paying by the book to the tee isn't all that great. I've been asking myself what the difference between a winner and a hard worker is lately, cause I'm pretty sure 2nd place works hard as well, but they don't win the gold. Why? I think there's a risk factor involved, winners push limits, take risk,work harder and don't look back. Right? So how do you meet that edge of greatness and cross from mediocrity? Take a risk, fail and fall, or not but be willing to do so.

Trust thyself.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Monday, December 15, 2014

Street Art 817:1

Performing at the Franconia-Springfield Metro in VA
Playing for 30+ years (didn't even notice it's been so long)
Learned from fiddling and watching the other guys
Plays in church sometimes
Needs a new amp

Songs performed:
Lovely Day by Bill Withers
Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple

Held his guitar for a minute while he used the restroom (it's crazy how much strangers trust me, but that's cool). 
Checked something off my bucketlist: be a street artist. Although it was only for a few minutes and I didn't make a dollar. I credit that to my inability to play, but I'll get there. Next time. One day. Someday soon. 

Sunday, December 14, 2014

My Mom & Her Friends

On the subject of class reunions:

"You know, we should go to one of those reunions one of these days"

"We can't! Everybody's dead!"

Looking Thru Their Yearbook

On inquiring about old friends from high school: 
"I don't even like asking about people. They be dead.."

On teenage pregnancy amongst their peers:

"There's Cynthia! Remember when she got pregnant?" 
"Yea it was surprising when that happened"
"Why? She was a ho."

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Drunken Poetry

Prolly don't make no sense. My subconscious. Full of cliches. YOLF

La Cerveza Mas Fina

The shelf life of malt liquor
1 hour
1 quart

To write in this state
1 broken mind
no imagination
too much time

the room floats
the consumer is stable
sturdy as a rock
all is able to happen here

there are no fears
no inhibitions
to call someone would be a mistake

there's solace here
in this place
in this glass bottle
on this drunken tongue lingers
a malted heir
twisted words
and honesty

although it's not to be comprehended

words of courage are born here
bad habits don't form
no habits are bad
these are the actions that warm
no need for discipline
heed the warning

in this bottle
there is knowledge
truth and solace
nothing is wrong here


But what about sobriety

You fool

You think this is good for you


A dunce cap for you

sit there and entertain

let the people enjoy at your expense

entertain them Charlie

they will love you

Drink and be merry

they will love you

I promise

Friday, December 5, 2014

I Once Went to the West Coast

It was nice, not what I was expecting. The people weirded me out a little. Maybe I have too much of the east coast skepticism. I still wanna go to Berkeley tho.