Knucklehead

it ended rather abruptly via text message.
"yo... you gone?"

i thought i was just being patient with him. waiting for the right moment to be honest with him. waiting for the courage to confess all those feelings that i never share. but the right moment never came. so what do i do with the truth of the matter?...

everything i know about relationships I learned from love jones: "let it go... and just walk away."

clarity on relationships (mildly foggy)

B-school has been good for me. all of a sudden i can think on things with an odd clarity. like all the things that used to trouble me seem amazingly simple now. this is especially true with relationships. First, I gotta give props to Te. She's my #1 homegirl. She cracks me up. I would've lost my fool crazy mind by now if she weren't in this program. she could probably say the same. she's gonna let me be in her wedding. she's a good friend. we look out for each other.
Then there's Knucklehead, yeah, Kucklehead's back ya'll. Knucklehead's getting married. woooooooow. ummm...that's all i have to say about that. good luck to ya bro.
Ah... then there's the Missus. If I could see her and talk to her and tell her all the things i've figured out, I'd feel better. That's the honest truth and that's all there is to it. Just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Patiently.
I can also think of a few associates I need to call up. Work on slowly converting some of these associates to friends. I'll be in touch.

thanks

i am grateful for my friends. they be looking out for me. they are many, and i am lucky to have them.

to live and die in LA

don't get me wrong... i was born in VA. my family has been in VA since slavery. i know VA. i bleed VA blood. But right now, i'm in cali and tonight i was wilin' out in club 740 in downtown LA. i spent the whole damn day reminiscing about my time in LA. i watch the OC like it was actually a decent TV show 'cause on thursday nights i get to see cali on tv. there's a reason why folks decide to take part in the urban sprawl that is LA. i know i'ma catch a lot of shit from VA folks (mainly my little brother) 'cause VA/757 folks don't understand why i love cali so much, to be honest, neither do I. maybe it's the palm trees, the pacific, the blue skies, the perfect weather, the laid back lifestyle, the distance from all my east coast peoples with all their drama and all their expectations... somehow i found my way out here when i was 19 years old. right now, i wonder why i ever bothered to go back to VA. don't get me wrong, i love my family and i'm proud of the fact that the Winstons and the Rileys have been holding Hampton, VA down since slavery. i will always bleed Virginia blood, and tomorrow I gotta get back on a plance back to ORF, back to 757, back to W&M, but i love me some in & out burgers... i love the sight of the sun setting over the pacific enough to tattoo it on my back, and at the end of the day... i'm going going back back to cali cali cali.

one shining moment

i haven't really been watching the games the way I used to, but i still look forward to 'one shining moment.' i wonder if someone else will sing it this year now that luther is dead (or was he did he die before last year's OSM? i dunno.) i still think teddy pendergrass's version was best. it's always better when duke wins the tourney. the year hampton beat iowa state and tarvis williams picked up coach merfield also made me shed a tear. i doubt i'll cry this year... but i'll be watching.

wanted by the NYC transit police

i jumped a turnstile and got yelled at. that's gangsta.

i also got interview for a documentary. all official and what not, by a real live graduate student of broadcast journalism.

i am the coolest.

Batwoman goes to Gotham

this morning (damn... it was really 2pm), well this afternoon when i finally woke up, i scratched my head a few times, put on my glasses, threw on the jeans and t-shirt that i wore to the club last night and walked out into the street. i'm in west village, and i walked less than a block to 6th & w 9th to gray's papaya. Along the way, i passed a barnes & nobles, a drug store, 2 newsstands, starbucks, mcdonalds, and at least 5 other healthier grubbing options. oh yeah, and as i walked, it started to rain. i continued to walk in the rain with my hair frowed out while smoking a newport... 'cause i felt like it and nobody else gives a fuck.

last night i went out with two well-dressed women who are adept at manipulating doormen. we ended up at aer where i waited for them to drop the right name then stolled past the pricks who were all wearing blazers and button downs (dudes need a new uniform). as i walked by, i smiled at their girlfriends just so the ladies would know they could come holla when homeboy started getting on their damn nerves. i really got a kick out of the dude that bought us all a round of drinks thinking he'd help his chances of getting some ass later on... once the drinks were gone, he was dismissed.

not sure who was dj'ing but i damn sure broke a sweat. from what i can remember, the playlist included:
white stripes "seven nation army"
nirvana "smells like teen spirit"
outkast "wheelz of steel"
notorius b.i.g. "mo money, mo problems"
dr. dre "next episode"
kanye "touch the sky"
and some REALLY good 80's songs that i'm mad i can't remember right now.

i'm feeling the city right now. i need to find me a well dressed investment banker... applications are now being accepted. Minimum height requirement 5'5". muahahaha...

Batwoman goes to Gotham

this morning (damn... it was really 2pm), well this afternoon when i finally woke up, i scratched my head a few times, put on my glasses, threw on the jeans and t-shirt that i wore to the club last night and walked out into the street. i'm in west village, and i walked less than a block to 6th & w 9th to gray's papaya. Along the way, i passed a barnes & nobles, a drug store, 2 newsstands, starbucks, mcdonalds, and at least 5 other healthier grubbing options. oh yeah, and as i walked, it started to rain. i continued to walk in the rain with my hair frowed out while smoking a newport... 'cause i felt like it and nobody else gives a fuck.

last night i went out with two well-dressed women who are adept at manipulating doormen. we ended up at aer where i waited for them to drop the right name then stolled past the pricks who were all wearing blazers and button downs (dudes need a new uniform). as i walked by, i smiled at their girlfriends just so the ladies would know they could come holla when homeboy started getting on their damn nerves. i really got a kick out of the dude that bought us all a round of drinks thinking he'd help his chances of getting some ass later on... once the drinks were gone, he was dismissed.

not sure who was dj'ing but i damn sure broke a sweat. from what i can remember, the playlist included:
white stripes "seven nation army"
nirvana "smells like teen spirit"
outkast "wheelz of steel"
notorius b.i.g. "mo money, mo problems"
dr. dre "next episode"
kanye "touch the sky"
and some REALLY good 80's songs that i'm mad i can't remember right now.

i'm feeling the city right now. i need to find me a well dressed investment banker... applications are now being accepted. Minimum height requirement 5'5". muahahaha...