Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Mad pissed at Gabe's brother A RANT!!!! I knew I shouldn't have let him stay here!

Ok Gabes brother is staying here tempo so I leave today at about 11:00 AM I have a really bad habit of just leaving the computer on. Probably because I just do.

This MF is all over my email, blogs adding stuff and everything I'm like so tight. When I get home at 3am I'm looking at my blog page and entries like WTF. Did I post this? Like I'm a candidate for mild dementia till i see the damn spelling

I swear its a damn shame when peeps in your house don't respect others boundaries. I am already pissed with having two guys in the house. Id like to at least hear a female voice every now and then. its soothing!

I told Gabe see this crap? All I get is "U know how Chulo is" When my friends stop by he wants to get all in the conversation.

I whipped his ass four years ago something special and I tell you I will catch him on the toilet bowl taking a crap and beat his ass ( cuz hes kinda thick I have to squirrel him) One night he was on Yahoo just having fun with my contacts. hes a pain It wont kill me but if anyone got any BS i apologize tho he said he only posted some BS on here. From my email!

The last straw was I wake up and he has some nasty heifer in the house bent over and hes fucking her in the butt. ON MY SOFA! So I had to put her ass out and do u know that bitch had the nerve to say " Chulo said this his brothers place too" I told that bitch ill kill her and put her in the damn dumpster. Get OUT! Nerve of that bitch and I saw no nary a used condom!

Now its a no win with Gabe cause its his younger brother his heart. The great Panamanian hope. He loves his brother and I always get a weak " cmon man respect my peoples" when I tell him his brother did this or that. He wont be jh=here long. Hell he eats in his room. The leftovers that provide us with a hot lunch. I had to make Liverwurst and a few days I ate P&J

No one washes the dishes, No one takes the clothes and dumps them at the chininese laundry to be done. Patrick wasnt walked. gabe wants to act like his azz is actually running the house all of em will be god damn deported! Yet everyone eats, sucks up cable and leaves the light burning. Even our change jar ( last year by december in my big industrial pickle jar I turned in 478.00 to my saving from spare change! Granted I take everypones in the house but its a tradition. This fucker steals the change and buys cakes and stuff!

Hell! I don't live in the PJs so i have to pay a light bill. Gabe pays the gas (which they don't use cuz they don't cook)

We don't really split bills. We alternate on the rent so each month one of us can splurge.

Half the time he walks around in his funky ass boxers watching TV. I know its a vacation but damn.

The problem is. When Gabe and I were just friends. Me and his Brother were cool. I mean we played ball all sorts of crap when I was down their. I dont really think hes Bi or anything but he will ask a lot of questions and thats not cool at al. When I spaz he makes my life hell or says slick stuff like " Damn Gabe he got a mad cut mouth da da da..Then a whole new fight breaks out. All last week and weekend me and him are arguing about everything from the time the sun comes up til l it is loong gone.

I'm stuck with him... The sad thing is we really get along but the thinks the world owes him something for being him I guess... and its not like that.


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

a dogs life!

So thats why them womens always have a headache (it takes a kid) humour



Is this a real spong and why are tose notes wiggling so? Must be a very moving piece!

nuthin like a joke to....

There's nothing like a joke to bring out the truth.

Saturday, January 24, 2009






Good Reason to Wear Pajamas to Bed!!!

Tattoo Of The Year

Latest Grill Accessories
These are a must have!


From Missy anonymous:
Yes, it's that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us.

Here are the glorious top 10 winners:

1. When his 38-caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in
Long Beach, California, would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked. And now, the honorable mentions:

2. The chef at a hotel in
Switzerland lost a finger in a meat-cutting machine and, after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef's claim was approved.

3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in
Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.

4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Sarare to
Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn't discovered for 3 days.

5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.

6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15. [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]

7. Seems an
Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly. He decided that he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief in the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.

8. As a female shopper exited a
New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, 'Yes, officer, that's her. that's the lady I stole the purse from.'

9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti , Michigan , at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away. [A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]

10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline and plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying that it was the best laugh he'd ever had.

Fun Funnies and crazy signs (humour)

A fortune to remember.

Stay off the course
Or else!




By Rebecca Tyre

For the most part, Panama offers a safe and secure environment to buy and sell real estate. Unfortunately, there are some loop holes in Panama's laws that can leave a person homeless.

Panama has a few different types of properties, the two most common are titled and right of possession. Titled land is the most simple and safe way of owning property in Panama. Right of possession property is land that you do not own the title to, but you have been granted the right to live on it or build on it. Right of possession properties are most common in the coastal areas of Panama.

Usually people who own possession rights have few problems with that legal document. They can sell their land and the rights to a second party, and the land can be built on with no problems. A recent incident in the Pedasi area has lead some people to be very worried about the security of owning a possession rights property.

Playa El Toro, just a few weeks ago, had 26 modest homes standing on properties along the shoreline. One of those homes was owned by a friend of mine who is a US citizen, but the other 25 owners (or possession right holders) are Panamanian families. My friend had not visited his house on the beach for about a week. When he returned, his house and the 25 others, were gone. A demolition crew had moved in and flattened all 26 houses on the beach.

Friday, January 23, 2009



Over the years we have enjoyed providing the ezine its amazing how some people we have read articles about have moved on in life. This article was written by James Kirchick while he was a senior in college. One of my faves since it was written by a white gay republican. I always find that amusing even if I don't fully get the ramifications of it ( nor do I think I want to. I always wonder are they the white equivalent of an african american black panther or something?) ) It was ( I believe) originally published in the Yale Daily News . The last time I read from this person I was on the train and he was in the New York Times. It is great to see people grow and actually this article appeared ( plagiarized of course in our old ezine Le Revue De colour....enjoy! But the points were very valid....and still a major issue with the Imus radio scandal .Enjoy

James Kirchick

There is one word that drives me nuts.

It's not a curse. Its timbre does not make me cringe. Rather, it is the way in which this particular word is used -- often to describe me, and others like me, totally against my will -- that I find to be so offensive.

The word, if you have not guessed it by now, is "queer."

I do not mind the proper literary usage of the word, defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as "strange, odd, peculiar, eccentric, in appearance or character. Also, of questionable character, suspicious, dubious." I have a problem when gay activists and certain academics use the word in an affirming sense to describe gay people. There is certainly nothing "strange, odd or peculiar" about homosexuality, has existed, arguably, for nearly as long as human history itself.

The use of this word abounds. At Yale alone there is QPAC: the Queer Political Action Committee. The Yale LGBT Co-op e-mail list regularly solicits submissions for "Queer," the "only undergraduate literary and cultural journal related to queerness." The Co-op has also initiated a program, "Queer Peers," to help questioning students by matching them up with an openly gay mentor.

What is a non-queer gay person to do?

Those who popularize the word queer -- that is, gay leftists and some gay academics -- will not let gay people escape from their queer clutches. Simply by being gay, you are a "queer" whether you like it or not, as its practical use implicates all gay people. When a gay activist or academic speaks of the "queer community" or "queer rights," he, ipso facto, has labeled me a "queer," regardless of whether or not I accept the label. I am a 22-year-old male who likes to write, performs in sketch comedy, reads lots of magazines, has an obsession with British politics and, oh yeah, I happen to be gay. I'm certainly not "queer." Individual gay people and others associated in the vast and ever-expanding panoply of the homosexual community (the bisexuals, the transsexuals, the omnisexuals, the polysexuals, the genderqueers and so on and so forth) may be "queer," but I -- and I assure those queer activists who doubt this -- along with the vast majority of homosexuals in this country would much rather be referred to as "gay."

Most straight people I have asked (who by and large are wholly supportive of gay equality) find the word ridiculous and uncomfortable. They see little difference between them and their gay peers, and it is harmful to the gay cause when activists insist on using a word that symbolizes their outright rejection of mainstream culture and its institutions.

For those gay activists whose stated mission is to promote gay equality, it is hypocritical to use the word "queer." If the whole purpose of the gay rights movement has been to convince heterosexual Americans that gay people are just like them, why go about using a word like queer to describe yourself? This is strategic stupidity.

Take a look, for instance, at the Human Rights Campaign, the largest and most respected gay rights organization in the country. While certainly liberal in its politics, HRC is a mainstream and professional group that regularly endorses pro-gay Republicans like Connecticut's Christopher Shays. As HRC's major purpose is to lobby Congress and advocate for gay rights in the mainstream media, it has wisely avoided language that radicalizes the demands of the gay rights movement or promotes the marginalization of gay people -- dual purposes that "queer" serves. A brief search of the HRC website shows that the organization rarely, if ever, uses the word queer in its official communications and that it pops up mostly in reference to the television programs "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" and "Queer as Folk."

Unlike the organization fighting on the front lines for the rights of gay Americans and their families, those who use the word "queer" have no interest in having gay people perceived as everyday Americans. They wish to be perceived as part of a sexual vanguard, standing apart from "heteronormative" America, occasionally deigning to stoop down only in the service of "liberating" those suffering under our patriarchal and tyrannical society. Make no mistake: "queer" activists do not think that gay people are just like straight people and they do not want gay people to be just like straight people. They see straight -- er, heteronormative -- society as oppressive and, like any good radical, wish to remake it.

Gays who use "queer" often state that they are merely reclaiming the word from homophobes, just as some African-Americans have reclaimed one of the ugliest words in historical usage, a word commonly associated with slave masters and southern lawmen. That word, of course, is the "N-word," too ugly to print in a newspaper. White people, and many black people, refer to it with this euphemism because it is so degrading, so rotten to the core, and carries such a distasteful history that it literally sends chills down the spine upon its very utterance. I vividly recall my black sixth-grade English teacher explaining the etymology of the "N-word" and how it has been used for hundreds of years to demean black people.

It is true that some segments of the African-American community have "reclaimed" this word. But notice how those black public figures using the word are not intellectuals, politicians or professionals. They are rap and hip-hop artists. Black writer John McWhorter observes, "After all, why are we not using 'wop,' 'spic,' or 'kike' in this way? Some might object that these terms are all now a tad archaic, but this only begs the question as to why they were not recruited in such fashion when they were current."

"Queer" is old hat. It might have been appropriate in the early and defiant years of the gay rights struggle, but it has now become obsolete and, frankly, infantilizing. To those heterosexuals who feel pressure from noisy activists to use the word "queer" but are understandably uncomfortable doing so: not to worry. I'm gay, and I'd like to keep it that way.

James Kirchick is a senior in Pierson College. He is an occasional columnist.

taken from the worlds tallest building "Burj Dubai @2,620 ft/801m

Now see this stuff???????.

This is taken from world's tallest building ...
"Burj Dubai" @ 2,620 ft / 801m!!!

What do you think guys???????


Look at the edge (uppermost right corner) of the picture,
you can almost see the turn of the earth

The persons who are working on the upper most Girders can see the "ROTATION OF EARTH"

Thursday, January 22, 2009


This week has been good 4 me. Alot has been going on and Ive done some things Im really proud of. 4 Real.

Back in September I had a fall out with a friend and partner a female I work in her salon sometimes. I have a problem with people talkijng loud AT me. Notice the word at.

Being shes a woman of a certin age...Like she could be my moms. I didnt want to just break on her. So I fell back. Everyone was asking what was up but I never dissed her or disrespected her. It was my business and I kept it like that, I should have talked to her but I felt if she got loud id cuss her azz out really nasty. I have a nasty mouth when Im mad.

I missed her cuz shes crazy but I had to fall back to let her know yo theirs boundaries. I only have one moms and no one else can scream on me cuz they are frustrated.

So she saw me the other day and spoke and I spoke and she said " I dont understand why you just stopped talking to me" and I broke it down. We cool now and Im careful of my tone too cuz I get mad and stuff fast sometimes.

What Im proud of is that I was willing to forgive her and she me and thats a sign of maturity. I even let her do my hair and clip my ends and stuff and we had drinks and ate cheap chinese food .

Its hard sometimes cuz Im a person that holds alot in and thats not healthy. I even did a chicks locs in the shop. Im no hairdresser but im good at certin things when the mood hits me.

The ladies trhat come in the shop all love me and her customers. i just dont do mens hair. Im a licensed barber actually though I think that license ran out who knows...hell i don even know where it is! but I couldnt deal with dudes who wanted haircuts and shaves. I hated that crap DL freaks.

So I went back to school and got my Bachelors shit I hate social work too! So what to do now????.I qwent to work the past few years as a recorder at a mortage company that has all but gone under! ..Im sort of a entrepeneur with my computer bussiness and other ventures. I can fall back on lots of stuff its cool. Plus i subsitute sometimes at the intermediate school so Im good ( those kids are some abusive MF's)

I wish I could deal with fam!

suppose to go to Panama and I dont wanna go. My mother was born their and I have family that to me isnt much like family. They look down on me ( I think) cause I have a African American father from down south moreover, I speak poor spanish.

Im seriously thinking of not going. I don twanna be drug esp that many miles from my stomping ground!...

another day...another day...but at least I have life and breath...thats a good thing!

ever wonder?? (humour)

Ever wonder what happened to those fun, drug taking, party animal, good time girls of the sixties........

Monday, January 19, 2009

Dr. Martin Luther Kings Birthday

The other day as I was getting on the bus I remember a conversation I heard or had as a child.

The adult I cant remember whom, my mother or someone was saying as the black kids got on the bus and went to the back "damn shame all those people went thru all that shit and kids wanna sit way in the back"

and the other person said something like " well at least its by choice not by force"

I always think of that on Dr. Kings birthday. I try hard to imagine how horrible it must have felt to be treated as a piece of shit.

Water hoses, and all that and thats just so inhumane

Then I remember a story my Grandfather told me They were sharecroppers in the county part of North Carolina near Rocky Mount and there was a man named Otis baker he was like Mulatto or high yellow or something. When he was in town he did or said something and the white men said "well be round to see you tonight Boy" this had to be the 1930s

My papa said that Otis said "You may but the first one come round that bend belongs to me!" There was a bend to get to his place and no one came cuz no one wanted to be the first. Hed tell that story every chance he got. It made him feel good. He also said that when he got to fifth grade the man who owned the farm told his father that boy needs to be workin the farm and they took him outta schol. My grand pa went to night school when he got grown and married mi Nana who was from another country altogether but she valued education greatly. Her father was a school master. That was like a teacher I believe. She had an associates degree thats no big deal now but back in the 40s it was and she worked making Eaton suits. The short suits with bow ties kids wore in the sixties. So he could get his education. Then she worked in the elementry school as a teacher but this was years b4 i come or she even had my mother like the early 50s

After that she never worked but wow love was serious in those days and education was valued. My nana and papi wouldalways say "your job is to learn in school"

When I wanted to drop out of school in 9th grade amazingly they let me. I worked a horrible job at the holiday inn and had to like clean toilets and stuff. at 5am. When pay day came 10 percent had to go intpo saving, I had to pay a portion of the light,oil and telephone id never have crap!Plus, Id always fall asleep and finally I told them I wanted to go back to school. They showed me how hard life would be with no education. They let me smoke ciggrettes too unfortunately that plan backfired! But the school one worked

Dr. Kings picture was in my nanas house as a kid with a little light she had John F. Kenedy too and Jesus one of those old fashion blonde hairs ones lol. It was in the playrooom with a old big Ebony magazine in a frame.

These are things I remember of how my family honored Dr king

My grand parents born 1923 and 1925 grew up in times where it was so hard. When I graduated from college they were so proud, Papi told everybody I didnt think it was a big deal. When I got a good paying job my papi said I can finally go u will be alright son...

We had a collection of Dr Kings speeches on Phonograph records I never listened and wish I had. Ive heard them now but what he stood for equality and his patience is amazing. I could not do it. It takes a special person to forge forward non violently.

Anyone can shoot someone few people can be

So thats my thought 4 today....Im so sad for the teens today in prison and doing crazy shit cuz its cool.

I was one of them kids sort of mainly just rebellious and sometimes I myself dont take pause to take what our elders fought for the simple right to vote.

Even tho Obamas campaign got peeps to vote someone should have campaigned years ago. But better late than never....

They didnt teach much black history that I could remember. So kids dont know. The mamas now are so young and the grandmas are kind of young too...I hope things change ..Its a shame that people fought and now no one really cares cept on the holiday

Friday, January 16, 2009

Take Me back...a special nod to L.Rae for the jewel found here!

Aight mad fun had by all...




WEWent to Hunters Point to the last remaining strip club had drinks. Remember when the Point was the Point and the Hookers would be Buck naked back in the day! They have greatly cleaned that up...Thank ya Mister Mayor! damn party pooper lol

Gabriel the sane one in my crazy, castrophic in waiting life was like..."I havent seen you so full of fun in awhile! A Strip Joint? OMG!!! NO Jah!

"So its not like I never knew Pussy Galore personally so why not look and see what the female drop outs are looking like in 2009?

I was reading a blog on my SK by someone that was blogging about pick up lines so I asked G does he remember when we first met

He slaughed so hard and said you were like this skinny kid screamin across the street "You said "YO! Whats up sun?" ( Im sure it was kid I never used sun until at least 2004 but anyways...)

He came over I was at the gas station with mad dudes and chicks in the car. (My crew same as now were still all tight somewhat tho some are slipping into that bad world) we were partying and he was like a lil older and wayyyy more conservative. I remember saying "do u like personally greet everybody who hollers at you?" so I shot him my cell digits I was on my Mamas cell phone plan! Sprint 2 be exact!

A nod to L.Rae cuz he made sense on a comment about parenting. My ma had me on her cell phone plan cuz she would see everyone who called me! And that was her way of parenting and be on top of the game.They thought I might be selling weed or something negative. i just thought of that when I was out. shed question my azz about a bunch of one minute phone calls! NOW i know why! Thats from a comment he gave me back from his blog about what parenting actually is so L.Rae I have a HUGEnod for you on this blog and more of a nod cuz u came to be in a way that I would absorb the jewel u gave me and not be offended. Thanks for being a big brother and I got the utmost respect on that check! You were 100% right .I never really thought of how parents police they kids! And had the nerve 2 comment (yall know how we roll...LOLBut its a good thing when brothers know how to chat to somebody online so theyll listen and get the jewel...Feel me? )

OK ,Anyways, backto my freakin story! Ole boy called and we hung out and back then I was a freak for parties. I didnt care about that anymous sex shit cuz AIDS was the big thing back in the day and secondly getting sex was too easy so I guess I could afford to be stuck up about the freak game. Not to say I didnt do some nasty shit in my day but I understood what time it was for the most part.(but damn isnt the advice those high school counselors use to give total bull shit?)

So tonight we hung in spots that I use to haunt around the so called roughest people I love the freakin ghetto life if I was a millionare id still haul my ass to my fave Judus hole on west 145th street, Pull off my cashmere coat and talk cash$hit while partying thats just me! And for you haters yea yea Ive been to plaza and ate brekfast in the hoity ass Rockefeller Center where the tab hit One bill for some champagne and damn scrambled eggs and as 4 me? Ill still take Harlem anytime!

So Gabe is soooo not into Judus Holes (this is where there is illegal gambling and liquor sold, Prostitution and a host of other deviant devices 2 many 2 mention here. A virtual smorgas board of wicked send u to hell activities yum yummy!) and I drag him into the night peoples world and tho he never loved it (hes a dj and strickly legit 365 days in the year)

When we hit 145th street. I dont even know the passwords anymore!! So I just said my name and then I said the hostesses name and I got in!!!!...I was giggly after that and I still knew most of the hoes and hustlers or they knew my fam or whatever and we balled for a minute. I played a lfew hands of Georgia Skin won a few dollars Gabe was sooo fasinated at the machines those apartments look JUST LIKE LAS VEGAS! He hit on the one arm bandit. We had fun. And we did it 2gether! That was the cool part!

I told the hostess id have to garage my car cuz i wanted to have a few tastes and kick it for a few and so I did. I hate people who drink and drive down FDR drive or anywhere 4 that matter. We caught a cab back to brooklyn and it was fun!

So thatll hold me!

But let me say this the recession has not hit the underground at all! bastards vice is still the #1 moneymaker in the USA

aint that a bitch?


My pops use to come home some Fridays and tell my Moms Get dressed. Were headed to Harlem and Manhattan and enjoy life. Tomorrow will take care of itself...

Thats how I feel today. I know most of yall are good, conservative, people but I read linroy 62's blog..talking about all that terriost shit and im like hell...Might as well live for now since every damn day our pensions are in jepordy, social security may collaspe. If thats the case then hell. I might as well have some drinks since life isnt promised any damn way...

SOOOO, I just got home. Paid some bills called my Gabe and said. "Fuck it tonight we gonna do us! Tell Pops to find someone else to sell loosey ciggrettes at the damn store!" LMAO

He says all happy (cuz thats the old Jah their!)

"what you mean? Are U Playin Sun?"

Im like what the fuck do u think I mean. Come on Im not Milton Fuckin Bradley Were Buck Wylin tonight. Cocktails. pizza, Some itallian food at a good resturant. We can shake our dicks at the recession and cry Monday.....We can even go to the village and watch the young kids sellin azz in the cold and trick a few of em to come to the car and drive off (my favorite pasttime)

The way I see it. Hell I got a job,I got a mate. I live in one of the craziest cities in the world. Im not gonna live that carefully damn! Thats too much of the too much!

So if i wanna act wild every now and again I better do it while im young enough to enjoy it!

So now its on...Peace Multiply family if the world doesnt come to an end ill check my sidekick and holla...oh and Linroy...Ill toast a double Stoli Martini to u!...Love ya Bro

Thursday, January 15, 2009

How Can Peeps Do It????

Its 4:33 AM and im waiting for my body to crash. I took a second job to help make ends meet here. Gabe works 2 also but he comes in at 4:30 AM and goes right to sleep. No probl;em...But me? I be like wired.

In all fairness Gee was like "Umm dos trabajan? no bueno!" but i was like i can handle two jobs no problem! Well I am the result of a well kicked ass!

My hair looks like shit, My feet hurt and Its too much.

So sometimes you gotta listen to the one who claims they love you and I will. Imma just cut some of the luxuries outta our home life. But with Gabes brother staying here from Panama with no job he will be a student its a mouth to feed and ass to help clothe.

Ahh well...

The first thing to go will be the landline phone!

second...Ill probbly swith from DSL to cable

even tho i rarely use the computer im always on a sidekick or MDA

thats basically it theres no other luxuries except the cable the HBO will go and those preimum channels. The only thing that gets watched is soapnet, Three and a half men, Ugly Betty, Football, Basketball,PBs and all thats on FREE!

Gabe likes the Telemundo station. His freakin brother doesnt count LMAO

Ahh i feel the crash copming im out i gotta be at job no 1 at 10:00 AM

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Like a lost baby lamb......

Damn grief is a mother. Some nights I cant even sleep. I miss my Nana so god damn much. It hurts so bad. Im so tired of this damn pain. Its as if I lost everything in the world cause I lost my best friend my Nana banana.

I feel so sorry for Gabe cause when we watch TV and I see someone who has lost somebody I cant stand it I just fall apart/ No one tells you or prepareshow hard grieving is. It fuckin changes your whole life.

Im fine during the day but when I arrive home I feel the emptyness of Nana not here. I handle it until im alone then i just fall apart sometimes from just the music.

Toinight I was listening to our podcast show(True Urbane Havoc Entertainment hour) and I heard Nana laughing about a Charo song and It hurts but sometimes it soothes.

But thats how life is. We learn to handle things. We must laugh when we feel like crying we must rationilze the cycle that is life. Never let em see you cry cuz theirs not shit anyone can really do to make you feel any better and thats just how it is.

There is a old song I love. It was one of my nanas favorites called "Glad to be unhappy" and sometimes when i get like this it erases the pain and the normalcy that is my life returns.

Look at yourself if you had a sense of humour. You would laugh to beat the band.

Look at yourself do you still believe the rumour that romance is simply grand?

Since you took it on the chin you have lost that toothpaste grin

My mental state is all a jumble

I sit around and sadly mumble

Fools rush inso here I am

very glad to be unhappy

I cant win but here I am

More than glad to be unhappy

Unrequited loves a bore

and I got it pretty bad

But for someone you adore

its a pleasure to be sad.

Like a straying` baby lamb with no mammy and no pappy

Im so unhappy

But glad...From Billie Holiday..Lady in satin 1958,columbia records

Thank you God for the years you gave me with Nana. Im blessed. Forgive my greediness because I got use to her love and laughter and wit.

But as the author Tennyson says....Better to have loved ...Amen

Funnies...Funnies and mo funnies....have a great day world...just start it off wit a smile

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Scotch with Two Drops of Water
A lady goes to the bar on a cruise ship and orders a Scotch with two drops of water. As the bartender gives her the drink she says, 'I'm on this cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday and it's today...'

The bartender says, 'Well, since it's your birthday, I'll buy you a drink. In fact, this one is on me.'

As the woman finishes her drink, the woman to her right says, 'I would like to buy you a drink, too.'

The old woman says, 'Thank you. Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water.'

'Coming up,' says the bartender.

As she finishes that drink, the man to her left says, 'I would like to buy you one, too.'

The old woman says, 'Thank you. Bartender. I want another Scotch with two drops of water.'

'Coming right up,' the bartender says.

As he gives her the drink, he says, 'Ma'am, I'm dying of curiosity. Why the Scotch with only two drops of water?'

The old woman replies, 'Sonny, when you're my age, you've learned how to hold your liquor. Holding your water, however, is a whole other issue.'



At age 4 success is . . . Not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . Having friends.
At age 17 success is . . Having a driver's license.
At age 35 success is . . Having money.
At age 50 success is . . . Having money.
At age 70 success is . ... . Having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . Having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . Not peeing in your pants.

Monday, January 12, 2009

The plague is back and its not cool at all

I don't know where to begin typing this crap on my SK but I gotta record it B4 the thoughts choke me.
Today I saw the saddest thing I thought I would never really see.
Theres a book by Claude Brown called 'Manchild in the promise land' I read it when I was a teenager. It chronicles a black mans life during the Herion plague that hit harlem in the 50's.
I came around during the crack plague and never thought Herion would make a big comeback with the under 40 set.
In Brooklyn, a lot of 40 plus are hung up on that crap from way back in the 80s.
Today I stopped by my old building. I buy memory (RAM) for our little computer business.
As I popped in I heard a girl squeal my name and I looked up and saw a girl I know and we use to laugh and she was my tight 4 a minute a very pretty friend.
I just liked her cause she was so beautiful and she still is.
She invited me in her apartment and I noticed a dude I knew from back in the day sitting in the living room...stoned as hell
I thought sun was drunk cuz their was a big azz bottle of something on the table.
I then noticed a woman wearing a wig one of those Mahalia Jackson meets Clara Ward ole skool joints.
I never saw a old lady look so damn content. I was like 'wassup' no one said shit they just stared.
I didn't think about it till me and the girl got to talking and I heard a loud azz BOOM!
I was like WTF???
I said 'ma something happen in yo living room sweets'
she looked and I was right behind her.
the boy who I know damn well had fell out on the floor.
it took me a minute to put two and two together till the phone rang and the girl went to saying some shit about a damn bundle.
OK so these MF's are on freakin dujii
I'm like damn its not a big deal but the brother on the floor aint but 29 at the most looks 20 and to be honest is a great looking can get any girl,boy whatever his preferance with nooo problem.
I use to hate to stand near him at dances cuz I'd just be invisble...
when she let the people in I was gathering my knap sack to bounce everyone that came in. I swear was under 35 for sure.
I asked her is this what's up now?
she was like yeah niggas are diggin on that 'shit' she said she sold 4 grand worth today and this was like 9 pm.
why? what's the magic? I feel so sad when I see my old classmates and peoples killin theyself.
Dope don't do nothin but kill u the long slow hard way..I read that at age 11 in Lady sings the blues'
I asked my girl if she fucked with that shit she said naw and she hates selling it but she lost her job etc, and she gotta eat.
;ind you this chick had a great job at the old European American Bank.
I realized the recession is gonna bring the middle and lower classes back to a bad time. People drink more. do drugs and robberies are gonna go up its a hand in hand process and theres nothing we in the hood can really do to stop it.
we can't create jobs or give out handouts.
People don't wanna hear about some Jesus when their babies are hungry or the damn lights are out.
The blacks like my parents who moved outta the ghetto and raisin their kids ala Dr. Spock are so far removed from the scene that when this plague hits the suburbs hard...they won't even see it coming. Until what happened to Mrs. Scott happens to them!

Mrs. Scott had a beauty salon where I grew up in Nassau County her son who is like 15 years my senior became a dope fiend in th the 1980 he emptied out his moms whole house and she had a to die for house in a upper middle class neighborhood. It almost killed her she moved downsouth some damn where after having butch locked up she was so hurt.
So with all the hip hop and loud mouths sugbifying by talking loud and saying nuthin and all the blacks who sit around and talk about BS. I guess we better sound the alarm cuz the walls of Jericho are getting ready to tumble down
I just hate to see my old friends and class mates caught up in a world they never really needed to know...

adult material....(humour)

To make it stand,
You wet it !

To make it wet,
You suck it !

To make it stiff,
You lick it !

To get it in,
You push it!

Damn !!!!!!!

Threading a needle when you're older is a BITCH!


Sunday, January 11, 2009

journal couldnt happen to a nicer guy

I feel good its 2:11 AM and I'm makin love to a slight case of insomnia so why not ramble a little.
I'm feeling good because 7 star a entertainment company has me hosting their promo on the True Urbane Havoc Entrtainment Hour. Two djs so its all good and it might be the kick Gabe needs to get back out their. All I do is announce the sets but I also get to chat a little it will be on my multiply page this upcoming saturday with some good house music from DJ lindsey whose doing a residency at the club.
CHECK IT..all these katts are str8 u know so brothers can be so patronizing. I was at the new 'new heights club' here and a brother who knows from when says 'ah man its good to see u. then he buys a round of drinks but I'm on grapefruit tonight so I'm sober as a MF and this negro goes to patronizing me.
Now u know I don't play that so I says to him 'why the hell a nukka would worry about another dudes dick,mouth or azz is a wonder tah me sun. Dontcha think?
MAn all those katts and kittens got quiet as hell at our table.
YEAH that's how I roll when people try to baffle me with their bullshit.
oooh how I enjoy setting a MF straight so my guy from this other thing was like yeah that's lil panna I don know why yall niggers be trying to fuck with him yall know he aint got no shame...
asx it should be...I don't think of myself as gay,straight or bi I'm just me.
SO WHEN PEOPLE WANNA LABEL TO me it means they have a pre occupation with my penis my ass or mouth....ergo they r freaks for even worrying about another mans privates and what he does with em...think about it....would u join the navy if you didn't like the chicken and rice?....probbly not

Saturday, January 10, 2009


Last night Gabe and i hung out in Chelsea which has some of the greatist dvd rental places in the world ! If you like "off the beaten trail" im no big fan of sub titles but I do like Wyclef Jean and I had never seen the movie b4 so after some great Itallian food we rented this movie (circa 2006) and drove back over the bridge into Brooklyn....

I loved it...Here's a review I found on the movie from the LA times...Because of the subtitles (its in french at least the copy we have anyway) and a great wine and some snacks make for a cool evening!

Built on a classic brother-against-brother narrative, Danish filmmaker Asger Leth's "Ghosts of Cité Soleil" is a forceful documentary set against the 2004 Haitian coup d'état that toppled the government of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide. An expressionistic portrait of a society in violent chaos, the film blends cinéma vérité and newsreel footage to capture a modern-day tragedy with Shakespearean overtones.

As Haiti moves toward anarchy, the notorious slums of its capital, Port-au-Prince, are ruled by the chimères, ruthless gangs that largely support the Aristide regime. In Cité Soleil, described as one of the most dangerous places on Earth, 2pac and Bily are gang leaders on opposing trajectories. They also happen to be brothers.

The tough guy, 2pac, claims there will "never be peace." He raps his story in outlaw rhymes, resigned to the realities of a neighborhood so treacherous that, at 26, he is viewed as an elder statesman. He has grown disenchanted with Aristide and sees his music as a possible way out of the slums.

As the father of a 3-year-old girl, Bily is more hopeful and, at least initially, seems to be moving away from the violence and pushing for an environment that is safe for his people. He belongs to Aristide's Lavalas party and speaks with the commitment of an unjaded politician.

The intrinsic sibling rivalry is further complicated by the presence of a blond Frenchwoman, Éleonore "Lele" Senlis, identified as a relief worker, for whom both brothers fall hard. Her motivations are suspect, and she remains an enigmatic figure at the film's end. She is also credited with introducing Leth to the brothers.

The already intricate allegiances among the chimères (or "ghosts") become more convoluted as Aristide's support breaks down and a rebel group, the Cannibal Army, moves toward the capital city. Writer-director Leth, along with his co-director and cinematographer, Milos Loncarevic, builds the parallel confrontations to a tense climax.

The overwhelming lawlessness gives the film the mood of a Western showdown, albeit one that takes place in urban squalor. The excellent score by Wyclef Jean (who executive produced and, perplexingly, appears on-screen mentoring 2pac) and Jerry Duplessis, strikes an appropriately ominous chord and incorporates the music of the gangster-wannabe rapper.

Though Leth romanticizes the plight of the thuggish brothers, he scores in his access to their deadly milieu. The rampant poverty of the densely packed slums is perceivable in nearly every shot, and the violence frequently explodes off the screen. There is an inevitability to all the bloodshed and a sadness that makes it feel all the more real

Thursday, January 08, 2009


Right place....Right Time! (pictorial humour)

Sometimes you just have to be in the right place at the

right time

(with the right camera).