'07 Reflections

I step out of the tunnel this morning greeted by an old friend.... warm weather. I inhale a great big breathe of the fresh Downtown DC air :-\ assess the situation and decide I would take route 3B... the scenic route... and I figure I would spend my walk reflecting on the year that was.

My boy D. Noland says that 07 was one of the quickest years ever... I told him that i was pretty sure that it lasted a year. That nigga got a car... Im proud of him. He also had to deal with some major losses... and seeing HOW he dealt with them made me realize why he has become one of my best friends over these last 10 or so years... God damn 10 years? niggas gettin old. But before i could give him my words of wisdom to help him deal... he would be saying the shit i was bout to say. Other times he was keeping my ass in check from all the fumbling a nigga was doing.

My relationships with my other friends seem to grow as well as 07 cast an aura of peace understanding and acceptance. People are human... EVEN those closest to you. Why do we tend to have a harder time forgiving them than we do with those that aren't in our inner circle. I guess the closer we allow folks to get the more responsibilities we place on them. A friend of mine asked me the other day why I wouldn't open up my heart to her, I told her she was not responsible enough. One thing I've learned is hearts never grow cold or become hard or tough... the enclosures we keep them guarded in, maybe, but not the hearts themselves... they stay as warm and tender as ever.

Enough about that, but speaking of which... lets review the current female situation for 08...
She don't like me no more cuz i said fuk an off limits.
She married the whiteboy...
She still a ho, but now she tryin to act like she aint... tsk tsk. "If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared... Many a bitch, represents, and is led" ~ T-mo. Cuz a word to the wise... if chasity is one of the qualities ur looking for in a mate... u will be looking forever, or ur looking to be lied too. ... lets see... ummm..
Shes back in the picture after a 3 yr hiatus...
She still a tease, but coming around, i look forward to punishing her for all this time she made me wait... oh yeah, im a calculating patient sadistic muthafukka.
She still love me, but such a free spirit it would be wrong of me to try and lock that down.
She came out of nowhere and we have compatible fetishes, but thats about all we have.
She still bourgeois, but has been sweating me something terrible since i stopped paying her any attention... typical.
She still too far away, but perhaps the best cook, and the most compatible... glad i put the fire out that i had set on that bridge.
And finally there are the new prospects that we enjoy gettin to know... yeah 07 was a good year.

This writers strike is some bullshit. Fucking with my Heroes. Bastids. Cuz that shit sucks now... But I see this happening with alot of medias soon. The money is just not there anymore when people can watch shows for free and whenever they want too. I, for one, think it will be a good thing. Only artists that are in it for the the love of their craft will stick around. Is it not fair? Probably not, but what the fuck is?? Mutha fukkas ain't say shit about the the factory workers put out of work by automation... how bout the traffic officers put out of work by stop lights... Telegraph carriers put out of work by email... Muthafukkas need to stop bitching and adapt... thats all im saying.

Any who... Avatar is getting better... Aang finally cut his hair again... Katara is bending blood, while Toph is bending metal. Shits real son. Basketball season however is consuming most of my time. Im a fantasy fanatic. Currently atop both of my leagues, but the injury bug is a mutha. We'll see how that goes. My Wizards are making me proud this year. I hate to say it, but i think that we should trade Arenas. Not that he is not one of the best scorers in the league, and an asset to the community, not to mention one of my favorite players, but he doesn't really fit on the team, and his stock is sky high right now... perhaps we could get Kidd... Now that would be hot. Arenas needs to be in a run and gun type atmosphere... Perhaps a trade with GS... They might win it this year if they did.

R.I.P. ... Reggie, Ms Noland, Bobby Fischer, Sean Taylor, Pimp C, Ike Turner, Donda West, Anna Nicole Smith, Don Ho, Evil Knievel.

07 was supposed to be Libras lucky year... I definitely felt it... I also felt my energy drop right along with that ball on new years... Oh well, time to bob and weave... struggle and survive... I've definitely learned how to do that. Everyone is all excited about 08, I would have liked 07 to stick around for a little while longer, but time keeps on slippin slippin...

I get to the office feeling good. Catch yall later, gotta make this money...

Peace.

balancing acts

Ummmm ok… well this morning on the train there was a lady who had made up her mind that she wasn't going to hold on to anything. Guess she was practicing her balance or what not… I'm staring at her the whole time… using all my will power to make her fall… but I must admit I was very impressed cuz she kept it going, never once grabbing onto anything or anyone.

So we get to Union Station…. This broad pulls out her palm pilot and starts doing work… So im like… oh she just trying to show off now… And it wasn't like she had it down pat by any means… u know how some white boys will do it but they are used to skate boarding and surfing so they're just like 'whateva dude far out'… feet don't eva move… this lady was stumbling all over the place… getting tossed to and fro… jerked ... almost bust her ass numerous times… but she kept at it....

By the time we get to Judiciary Square im laughing out loud .... cuz this lady (blonde, about 5'5", slight frame, around 35) was soooo determined to make it to her destination without grabbing on to anything.... it had become obsessive.  Now the whole car was staring... ooh-ing and ahh-ing with each stumble... and she looked so helpless being thrown all about …

Then at Gallery Place it gets crowded… so now her margin for error has decreased ..... but her determination is as strong as ever… she keeps on... then at Metro Center it gets even more crowded… and due to the incoming crowd she somehow gets positioned right in front of me... … like face to face… with just inches to spare... I'm leaning against the panel thing, and she's in front of the door... Im thinking surely she is not going to try anymore... But I see her feet spread again and her palm pilot raises.... sure enough the train pulls off and she continues on with her balancing act....

Now the tracks between Metro Center and Farrugaut North are treacherous... its curves and jerks and leans and more … she gets about half way thru when we hit a big bump and sho nuff she falls all up on me…

I just laughed and said to her "damn now u gotta go all the way back to Brookland and start over"

hunted

strollin...
high....
zonin out to my music....
jazz...
don't know the artist...
steady pace...
makin good time...
freezin...
hair tucked in coat...
head down ...
tryin to avoid the hawk...
corner of my eye...
a cutie...
familiar...
de ja vu...
nah, stronger...
oh shit...
her...
memories...
thought to have been lost...
flooding in...
like a levvy in my mind just blew...
a quaint quiet night...
alcohol level just right...
as were my words...
as was her game...
bartender slides me a drink...
her glass raises as she winks...
head gets bigger...
on so many levels ...
eboni...
later on she lets me know thats just her name for the night...
for now she lets me know...
that she has plans for me...
not often im the hunted...
a different type of feeling ...
want more...
as does she...
rounds piling up...
caution breaking down...
check gets delivered....
she grabs it...
the check too...
her place...
animals unleashed...
purrrrrin as her claws dig deep...
leo...
feelin her flames...
scorchin searin...
consuming...
purr turns into a roar...
balcony bed wall floor...
ceiling?
.....
wake up...
my spot...
memory spotted...
smile on my face...
as it is now as I acknowledge her as she walks by...
not returned...
well damn...
half a block away...
head turns...
she winks...
slight pucker of the lips...
... what an amazin specimen

Karma & Gremlins

kar·ma [kahr-muh]:

Action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation. A muthafukka.

On my way from the metro today, I have my eyes wide open, grill guarded, and I'm knuckled up ready for any further mischief them little muthafukkas have in store for me... What little muthafukkas u ask... them damn GREMLINS that have been fuckin with me all morning.....
Started when I was awaken by my alarm at 7am. One of them mfs must've fukked with the snooze... cuz I pushed it once, and I ended up waking myself up at 9:15... mind u, I'm supposed to be at work at 9. So out of my bed I jump... run to the bathroom, turn on the hot water so it can warm up... grab my jug of water to soothe my crackin throat... Bitches!! they done drank all my water... And I'll be damned if I drink out the tap, ohhhhhhhh... I know... I had a big cup of lemonade on the table.. I'll drink that. Mfs done knocked that shit on floor... now my whole living room floor sticky.
Fuk it i'm too late for this... Make sure Bananas has his food and water... find something to wear, and go and hop in the shower... guess what... now they done messed up the hot water heater ... cuz the shit ain't even luke warm. Too late, gotta endure the freezing shower... felt like I was about to go swimming at the neighborhood pool!!
So I get to the bus stop... bus usually takes 3-5 minutes to arrive... today... 35 minutes... so its after 10 already. Bus packed as hell... I'm standing with some burly dude's armpit on my neck .. saying to myself over and over again... time to get a car.
Its not rush hour anymore so I know im in for a long ass wait at the metro... I get there and while I'm walking to the escalator, two old fat white men form a wall that I can't get around and they just strolling... finally I slide past brushing one of them on purpose and saying under my breathe... 'fuk out da way'. Get to the escalator... mf standing on the LEFT side... bastid!!... "scuse me man!" ... This nigga look like he got an attitude... bitch learn some metro-quette. Thats when I hear "bing bing doors opening" ... Shit!! its already here... so I start running and skipping steps... and just when I had forgotten about them... there they go again. Mid jump... one of them little muthafukkas grabs my foot. "Noooooooooooooooooo...." I fall in slow motion... bust my ass right at the top of the escalator so not only the people behind me and the people coming down ... but the people already at the top and even some on the train, thats now pulling away slowly, saw me fall. ... next train 15 minutes.
Which brings us to where we started... I'll be damn if I let my guard down again. Performing today at the top of the stairs... nobody... must've missed them.
OHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!! The picket line is gone!! Well merry fukin Christmas... Guess good karma finally found its way to them... or perhaps them mfs were too lazy to keep it up any longer.... Me... my karma's not so good today.... but hey... I can persevere. Little fukin gremlins... Fucked up my floor... made me bust my ass in front of everybody... made me late for work... fucked up my hot water ... just fukin up shit left and right.....
then SHE walks by, and even them little mf gremlins calm their asses down and just gaaaaaaaaaaaaze... mouths wide open..... damn... what a beautiful morning. :D

... uneventful

I stand there waiting patiently for the doors to slide open... an anxious mob behind me... a larger crowd facing through the fingerprint laden windows, plottin and scheming how to get a seat... *ding* ... First off the blocks as usual... I dart for the escalators.. shifting and dodging... following blocks and leaping those overwhelmed by the relentlessness of the morning crowd. Double time up the escalators... KEEP IT MOVIN ON THE LEFT!! It irks me so when people stand on the left side of the escalators... If you are going to take the Metro please learn the metro-quette ... Performing at the top of the escalators today... the saxaphone dude with the locs... he's good, but he doesn't get the day started like the asian monks on their funky mini harpiscord thing-a-majigs....

I step out onto K st and quickly assess the situation. I decide route '2-c' will be most efficient... making great time today... Should get in to the office quite early for once...  I pass by the picket line... almost all of them mfs are sittin down shooting the breeze and what not...  smh... and they got the nerve to be striking... I wouldn't give their asses a raise either!!.... It's only like 4 of them actually  in the line the rest are sitting around relaxing.. and the ones in the line are all spread out and shit trying to make it look like its alot of them marching around in a circle... Seems its become a hang out spot and what not!

I realize that I should switch to route '2-a' since they are crowding the sidewalk... but shiiiiiiiiit, SHE's going that way... Hell I'm already late :-\ ....  let me enjoy my stroll... Even the picket line pauses as she walks by... picket signs and jaws hittin the ground.... Ass so phat that you can see it from the front!! but I make sure to ease my pace to keep my view from the back. A hint of flesh showing on the small of her back... revealing a seductive tattoo... like a niggrem needs any more persuasion... I wonder if shes going to camelot? get that money girl... Vive La Strippers....


Before long I notice that subconciously, my head has started swayin back and forth in unsion with the switch of her hips... hypnotizin... I'm all the way down on 24th st before I snap out of it... what is it about asses that make men act the way we do?? These "top of the legs" ... these "shit boxes" ... these "trunks full of junk"?  ..... My man Troy (who definitely warrants his own blog entry) doesn't care about anything else... She could be 325, pale, corny, with 3 teeth... but if she has a fat ass, he's gonna holla at her. I need to hang out with him more often .

I stop and watch as she fades off into the crowd... Hate to see you go... but love to watch u leave! She's 3 blocks away now and her ass still looks good...

I start my stroll back up to 19th street, feeling at peace.. so I look up to God, and thank him for the eye candy he blessed me with on this uneventful trip from the metro.

the picket line

So for the last month or so on the corner of k and 17th, there's been a picket line steadily growing... Im not sure what they are picking... or striking against... I know they want higher wages... but I forget the company.

Anyway... each morning when I walk by... well first of all they rude cuz like I said it keeps growing and mfs gotta get past them to get to work... And if ur from DC you know how packed and crowded downtown is weekday mornings. But besides that... everyday I walk by, it seems like each and everyone stares at me as if to say "come join us", or looking at me like I'm selling out... and it ain't even my company.

Now I know there is definitely strength in numbers... but in the immortal words of Flavor Flav... I can't do nothin for ya man... (yeah Bzr.. guess it is an underlying theme).

So each day I always come up with what I "would" say if any of them approached me... here are some of my favorites...

1. I would man... but I gotta get to work.

2. How much do I get paid for walkin in this line holding this sign?

3. Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa... .............. oh u were serious??

4. Yall betta stop playin before them mexicans come steal all yall jobs

I hope it all works out well for them.

On my way from the Metro...a new series

A lot of mornings when I get off the train and I'm walking to my office, so much craziness is going on in downtown DC that I have to just stop look and laugh.... And though alot of it may not be as crazy as it seems to me, my mind has a way of running with scenarios. Anyway, I've decided to start a new series sharing these experiences.

So, I was on the corner of K and 18th waiting for the light to change... tricky light here... confusing for those who aren't used to it. Anyway, I'm waiting at the light when I see an old lady with legs so frail they look as though they are about to break with each step. For some reason she decides that shes tired of waiting for the light and starts across the street...??? I guess she figures she walks so slow that she needs to get a head start before the light changes... Thing is, there is a car coming.... fast... trying to beat the light ... headed directly for her.

We've all seen the movies and news reports of the heroes diving and tackling people saving them from harm, sacrificing their own safety for the well being of their bretheren and sistren. They always say things like they didn't think, they just reacted... "What else could I've done" they proclaim.

So there I was... thrust into that exact situation... And sure enough... no time to think... as I began to react... .................

"YOOOOOOO!!!!" "LADY! LOOK OUT" I yelled from the curb... :-

Sorry... thats all I got... guess I ain't no hero. Hell she was old anyway she done lived her life, I gotta live mine.

Luckily the car was able to swerve out the way... barely missing her, as everyone stood stunned by what almost occured... everyone that is, except for the old lady who seemed oblivious to the whole thing, steadily inching across the street. ... maaaaaaan... crazy ass DC.