Friday, December 28, 2012

Rich Forever (Prayers)

Do ya listen to Rick Ross? I been a fan of his for a while but my appreciation for him grew when I heard his mixtape "Rich Forever." One song in particular was "Keys to the Crib." It has the type of beat I fall for, the drop was tough and the lyrics were dope! But this post aint about Ross or his song, I just brought it up cause at the end of the song, no longer rapping, Ross asks:
"Okay, so if I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever? Forgive me Lord!"

It's in that very moment when I first heard the song (and every time after) that I awoke from the trance the beat had put me in and I could only think to myself: "WOW." I'm sure you're asking "Why" or "What's the big deal?" That question hit me so hard because I had asked that question both to myself and out loud a million times before I ever heard that song. I've grown up in this very traditional Hispanic family and I was in catholic school all the way up until 9th grade, so I'm not unfamiliar with prayer. However I was always taught to pray for things like strength and pray for the less fortunate and basically pray to express my gratitude for what I do have, not necessarily for material things or the superficial earthly pleasures. So naturally when finding myself in a position of being "less fortunate" myself I wonder "Would praying to find money on the street be wrong?" With all the sick people dying of hunger and disease, is it wrong to pray for wealth and fortune? Forgive me Lord but at this point I ask you what Nas asked you in one of his songs: "Why wasn't I born to a doctor who left stocks to me?" Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for what I have, not a day passes by when I don't open my eyes and thank you for giving me another day of life that we all know isn't promised. I am grateful for my parents my family, and all the things I have, both material and otherwise. Health, ten fingers ten toes and all that good stuff. But for the love of all that is Holy can somebody please explain to my why its so hard to come up financially?

A quote that my brother loves to use all the time is "You're Alive" as to say, that's more than enough to be grateful for. I never argue with it but I always think to myself "Yeah, I'm alive, but do you realize how much being alive is costing me?
I start to think about the greatest job that I ever had, where I was actually happy. Of course it was short lived. After 10 months, with no warning and for no particular reason my job was taken at the end of September. So I was broke by the end of October, through the grace of God and the help of my cuz Mylez, I started another job at the beginning of November. Again, I'm grateful, but with my new job I've had to take a $6 pay cut and don't receive the same 40 hours I was at the last job. Also, I get paid bi-weekly, so the adjustment that I have to make is huge!
I know it sounds very wrong to complain about these things, but these are my problems. I'm also not trying to make them your problems nor am I reaching for your sympathy, I'm simply thinking out loud.

I can't help my mom around the house the way I want, I can't spoil myself the way I want, that business that I want to start up gets further and further because things always come up and I can't save up the way I want.
I'm living check to check and it's killing me! All I want is to be rich! And If I can't have that, I at least want to have enough to be able to do the things I want to, when I want to. I see people living good knowing they make as much as me or only a little bit more, and it doesn't add up! Lol, shit b, I want a tattoo and I have to wait for weeks and months to be able to get it. I want sneakers and clothes and a car, and well.... You see where I'm going with this. So it should be no wonder why those who are brave enough to do it go out and sell drugs. I know I always go back to that, but It's cause I find it to be true.

I know I'm coming off as a brat, complaining as if I have the biggest problems in the world, but.... So what? Lol, This is how I feel and I just felt like expressing it. So I ask: "Is it too much to pray to be Rich Forever? Forgive me Lord"

Stay up and Stay Tuned.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Let's do a Line

What's goin on ya'll?

This is not a drug related post, so relax! Lol.
Last night at work (what seems to be the inevitable topic of discussion these days,) sneakers came up in conversation. A few of us in the office are kick addicts. Anyway, I spoke with a co-worker and explained to him that if I picked up the new pair of Jordans, I'd sell them to him for $500.00, he said he'd be able to do $450.00 so we shook on it and he went about his merry way. Shortly after walkin through the door he was being ridiculed by the rest of the people in the room. "He's stupid" "What!? I would never pay more that $150 for a pair of sneakers" yaddah yaddah yaddah. Not only did I not appreciate it because they waited for him to leave to talk their shit, but they were gettin at him for spending too much on sneakers which HE wants!

They started talkin about "Kids making lines...." and all that other shit.
Stop it right there.
Needless to say I was getting upset, not only because they were talkin about him, but they were talkin about me and everyone like me. An entire sub culture of people who sincerely love sneakers and will do what they have to, to acquire a pair that they want. Further more, I just LOVE how all these men and women can poke their noses up talkin that mess about people lining up for sneakers when JUST a month ago they were on line on a cold night waiting to be let into a store so that they can buy TV's on discount. So you sit at a table for dinner with your family giving thanks to God and expressing your gratitude for all that you have, only to leave to go buy material things. Of course, the women in the audience said "That's different." No the fuck it's not. It's the same exact thing. A line is a line. Be it for sneakers, TV's, concert tickets, I don't give a flyin shit what it's for. If you're argument is "They stupid for lining up" then you stupid for the same thing.
Do I agree with the lining up for kicks and being out there campin out for weeks? Hell no, but I defend their right to do so. Who's to say anything about em? When it's all said and done, we're ALL materialistic. Don't judge others for being materialistic with different materials than you.

Let em do they thing, especially if they aint gettin the money out of your pockets.
Every time I come across this discussion I try to end it the same way, with my very own quote: "Everyone has their vice... Some people like clothes, expensive jeans, and clothes with big name brand logos. Gucci this, Prada that. Some people like bags and purses. Some (who can afford it) buy multiple cars and some spend money on antiques and art and other expensive things that they don't need. If a man wants sneakers and can afford them, then by all means, let him rock."

Like my man D says, "It's only an addiction if you can't afford it" so if you can afford it..... Yeah.

Stay Up, and Stay Tuned.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Flight School pt. II

So ya already know about the "Flight School" I did back in October with Buddy's help and the help of my boys.
I continue to be proud of the results of the shoot, and at last, the Mini Documentary is complete.
So without any further adieu,I present to you "Flight School" the Mini Documentary.

Peep:

"Flight School"



And for more photos from the shoot go to my "Flight School" Album on Flickr.

So That's it for now. Hope ya enjoy!

Stay Up, Fresh and Stay Tuned!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Photographs (Feelin Myself)

Yaoooowww!

I feel it's been a lil while since I posted one of those: "I'm Feelin myself, lemme post a few pics of myself on some cocky shit, why not?" posts. Lol

 ^Ya might of seen this one^
Mylez took it when we shot for the "Call Me Mylez"
video shoot.

 ^And this is one of my^
New Favorites. Mylez snapped this one for
me as well. We took this while shootin another vide
coming soon.

 ^Flight School^
One of my solo shots.

 ^The one on the Left^
Has been one o my favorites for a minute
Not too long ago (I unintentionally) took the
Fall/Autumn version.

 ^Feelin Myself^

 ^Oldie but goodie^
Taken with The MacBook Camera.
(PhotoBooth)

 ^Wait a Minute!^

^Good Times^
Respect the Beard!

There you have it! You're Welcome! Lol

Stay Up and Stay Tuned.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Corporate America?

What's goin on ya'll.... So I experienced something the other day, and I wanted to wait a few days to cool off and write about it so as to not be writing in a blind rage.

I was at work and it was clockin out time. So while I waited for my boys to walk out and sat and spoke with one of my superiors. My superior by the way is a young black girl, and she can't possibly be anymore than a year or 2 older than me. I'd even go out on a limb and say I'm older than her. Anyway, she's super cool and I decided to chill by her while I waited.

So jokingly I ask her: " So, how do I get in that front office with you and all the big dogs? How do I move up the corporate ladder?"

Now if you know me, you know I have absolutely NO desire what so ever to move up the corporate ladder. At least not in the traditional sense where I work for some company, make my way up to manager etc. etc. etc.
I truly an sincerely just wanna get my money up, open up my own studio and be the man in the Photography game. I want my success to be MINE. I don't wanna live by the conventional rules etc. etc. Yeah, you all know that.
So when I asked her this question I was literally joking and making conversation. However I'm so glad that I did ask her because what I learned from her response was something I'll keep with me forever.

I can't remember what she said verbatim, but in a nutshell what she told me was I have to stop being a nigga.
She was basically telling me how when I come in, I come in loud, wearing my hat and scarf and "Whaddupin'" everybody.... And how in this business it's important to be a professional in the presence of clients (which we have very often.) She went on to say that our office is thee most diverse throughout the company. We are the office with the most, black and hispanic people. She said that it's "Important for these white people (who don't want to conduct business with minorities) to see that we are just as professional and worthy of working amongst them as they are.

I really couldn't believe what I was hearing. I mean this girl was just sittin next to me a few days prior quoting Juicy J's "Bands ah Make her Dance" talkin bout how she was excited to come with me and the fellas to a strip club? Lol...

It really upset me and not so much cause she was telling me this but because I feel she was confusing me for someone else. I asked her (in an attempt to give her the opportunity to make herself perfectly clear) if she really felt that's how I was.
Lemme tell ya something, Yes, I can be a nigga, yes, I can be a hooligan. I never sag my pants but I do have a very urban demeanor for lack of a better phrase. I'm a sneaker junkie, sometimes weed smoking, Hennesy drinking dude, HOWEVER, when it comes to work I know how to behave myself. I know how to dress, I know how to speak to people and I know the importance of making clients happy. I know these things because this is not my first job, in fact I felt like saying all of that. I felt like telling her: "My last job was in an office much bigger than this one, for a company WAAAAYY bigger than this one. Where I made $6.00 more than what you're paying me here. Our clients were much bigger and professionalism never stopped." But I didn't wanna "take it there." I was in a state of shock.

My peer was telling me that to move up I had to basically become a corporate robot. She then told me that I am very articulate and she knows that I can "do this" and told me that she herself started in my position and moved up from there. You know they always have to say something to try and make you relate to them, but at that point I didn't wanna hear it anymore.
So I came home and posted a FaceBook status stating that I hate the fact that you gotta Chuck and Jive for the white man in Corporate America. But now that you've read this I hope you can see that the white man can be anybody: Black, Asian, Hispanic, whatever.

It bothered me to know that in this game even your peers can be the ones who expect you to chuck and jive. To think I'm supposed to walk in from the cold not wearing my hat and scarf just to make other people comfortable. Never mind the fact that it's colder than God knows what outside.
But what really pissed me off was the fact that I was being told all of this by a person who looks just like me. Damnit man, is this really what you think of me ma? I'm just a random nigga of the street? If it's that real why did you even hire me?

To the best of my knowledge I'd been coming in professionally, clients or no clients around. I come in and say "Hello" to everyone in the front room. I never come in loud like I'm in the hallways of my High School. I'm dress appropriately.
   
If she thinks I'm coming in like a nigga now she don't want me to come in like what I think a nigga is.
 
She don't want me to pull into the parking lot blasting ignorant Hip-Hop out the open windows of my PathFinder. And I mean REAL Hip-Hop, not that radio shit, I'm talking Wu-Tang get your bubble goose taken off your back. I'm talkin Snoop when he was still slappin bitches and fuckin hoes. I mean that Clipse/Pusha T heavy crack sellin content. She don't want me to come in with dark shades over my blood shot eyes, smellin like the weed I smoked before my shift. I could come in and give the nigga behind the front desk dap, yellin' "What's good ya!?" But nah.... It's all good tho. I learned my lesson, from now on I'm just gonna walk in, in complete silence and not say shit to nobody and sit at my desk and not say shit to nobody.

I guess this was my first racial/racism encounter and it really rubbed me the wrong way, but I guess a racial moment like this aint supposed to be comfortable for anyone.

I don't even know if this all made sense. But I just had to get it off my chest. So there it is. I walked away with something else to add to the list of life experiences.

Stay Up and Stay Tuned.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

"Flight School"

If that title doesn't give it away, this is gonna be a post about sneakers! Lol
So if you're not interested, I'm saving you the time and eye strain and you can feel free to close the site now.

Anyway.

Of course by now, you know, or at least should know, I'm a HUGE SneakerHead. In fact part of the reason I picked up a camera in the first place was the sneaker game. Most of the people in my circle are also SneakerHeads. So I decided to bring a few of em together for a Sneaker Appreciation shoot and called it "Flight School"
I can remember it all started when I was a kid. I would lose my mind whenever my mom told me I was gonna get a new pair, and a new pair was never enough.

Reebok Pumps, Filas, (when they were still poppin) Nike (The reason I'm even in this game) and of course the sneakers made by the man! The man that made us all SneakerHeads. The almighty Air Jordans! Lol, I've told ya the story of when I got the OG VIII's as a kid and how that moment made me the sneaker fanatic I am today.

So seeing as how most of the dudes in my circle are Shoe crazy like me, I wanted to bring em together for an afternoon of chillen, talkin shit, and snappin dope pics of our sneakers. Somethin I wouldn't have  been able to do had it not been for Buddy's help. Good lookin cuz.

Just to keep it exclusive I set one simple rule:
Every man brings 2 pairs of kicks. A pair of Jordan's that are older than 5 years old and a Fly/Rare pair of Nikes. And may I say, the fellas did not disappoint.

The sneaker game is so whack now. Kids lining up for a week in advanced for a pair of Jordan's that have been under produced as far as quality is concerned and over priced considering said quality. So I wanted to get behind the wheel of it for a minute and bring the real back if only for one afternoon in the Bronx with my niggas.

So who did I invite out? Only the elite of course!


Tony (@iDefineFreshh)
 My cousin Tony has always been one of my favorite SneakerHeads. He's living proof of "The Strong Move in Silence." He's never been the type to promote that he's heavy in the game, but he is and from what I've always seen he's always let his feet do the talkin and walkin for em!

Penny (@P_Hefner)
Meet Penny. He's my brother from another mother. I know it's cliche and I hate using cliches but its true. He's been a part of the crew for at least 10 years and in those 10 years I can't tell you how many dope kicks I've seen him come through in. For the record, he's the only FoamHead that I fully respect, I think he owns all but a handful of pairs ever released.

Pazo (@PazOner)
 I met Pazo back in 07. We worked at 3 different jobs together and he's been like a brother to me. Aside from Buddy, he was one dude who I looked up to when it came to the sneaker game. I learned a lot from him both in the sneaker game and otherwise, and as you can see he keeps Heat on his feet! Ayo Paz, if you ain't know, you've made me a Sneaker Snob and that's why I don't respect half the niggas in the game today! Lol. Thanks Bruh.

H (@MasterClassNYC)
 What can I possibly say about H that I haven't already said? The man is the embodiment of style and he's always found a way to incorporate a fresh pair of Jordans into any set of threads he chooses to throw on. MasterClass indeed!

Myself (@EnoBull)
Ya know who I am, but this aint about me.
I want my team to shine on this one.

"Flight School" Class of 2012
The young man in the IV's in the cover pic is Trav (@OhSheetItsMe)
He came through with Pazo, and I'm glad he did. I feel the only thing that beats old Jordans is 
New ones that haven't even hit the shelf and won't hit the shelf for another month!

Only the Elite.
I had intended to let ya know what sneakers were which.
But then I thought of the audience I'm trying to reach with this project.
And any man or woman who calls themselves a SneakerHead doesn't need to be told what they're lookin at. From left to right you should be able to identify each and every pair worn.
I'll let you know this tho: There's a pair here that's 16 years old. I'll let you figure out for yourself which ones those are tho! Lol

So that's all I'm puttin on the blog.
The rest will be on my Flickr shortly. So make sure to stop by and see what else the fellas came through with: http://www.flickr.com/photos/enobullphotos/


Thank You's
Fellas, I can't thank ya enough for taking the time out to be a part of this project with me. I'm honored to be a member of a circle such as this one. 
Mylez' I guess you right, I do enjoy being in the picture just as much as I like taking it. But honestly cuz, you're one of the reasons I stayed a a part of this game after a certain point and you know what this project meant to me, so I appreciate you a 100 times over for gettin behind the camera. I must say, you did a damn good job! Thanks again man.

Stay Up, Stay Fresh, and Stay Tuned!

Friday, October 12, 2012

If she Wanna Act like a Man...

.... Well then Cot dammit she gonna be treated like one!

What's goin on folks?
It's funny to me that we live in a world today where News travels faster than the speed of light and sound! Lol. Pretty soon there will be no need for Network Television News stations or reporters because everything ends up on World Star and YouTube as the event or situation is unfolding.
So it's no surprise that living in today's world of viral video, I woke up to a shocking news report today of a "teen" girl catching a Text Book UpperCut to the jaw by a bus driver, on a bus in Cleveland Ohio! LMFAO! Son, if you haven't seen it go do so now please.
And please excuse my outburst of laughter cause now that I put my status up on facebook it just got real. So no more laughter, I'm gonna break this situation down in common sense to you.
If you still disagree with me afterwards then I invite you to a one on one discussion however you'd prefer, either through the comments of this post or via my email, whatever!

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Now, the situation:
A VERBAL altercation on a Public City bus. A young lady is screaming, yelling, and using profanity towards a male bus driver. I can't say what the altercation was about because when the video started, the argument had already been in process.
The young lady is now threatening the bus driver and then goes as far as to ball up her fist and hit the bus driver in the face.
Cool.
Now, the Bus driver get's out of his seat, adjusts his stance, get's his balance, squares off and delivers the cleanest uppercut I've ever witnessed to the young lady's jaw causing her head to sit parallel with her spinal cord!
And scene.
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Now, for those of you who are saying the bus driver is wrong in this situation, this blog post is for you.
First and foremost I am here to tell you that he was NOT wrong and now I will tell you why.
See society has this distorted way of telling us that "A man can't hit a woman" and many of the women in society take that cliche to the extreme. That unwritten law should indeed say: "A man SHOULDN'T hit a woman, unless of course the woman is acting like a man, in which case by all means, go Tyson and Hollyfield on her ass!"
But let me not get too far ahead of myself. I say this because there's always an argument that women want to be treated as equals. In the workplace, in the household, in society period, all these women want is to be looked at as equal counterparts to men. I feel that is valid and I agree with it 100% percent. According to the Bible, Eve came from Adam's ribs. From his side, so that she can stand next to him as an equal. Not from his feet so that he may step on her and not from the crown of his head so that she can rule above him. EQUAL! Right? Ok. So then let's talk equality. If we want things to be equal they MUST be equal across the board. If it is wrong for a man to put his hands on a woman then it should also be wrong for a woman to put her hands on a man, because that's what equal means, even across the board.
So in a situation like the one we find ourselves in now, why is the bus driver wrong?
The young girl put her hands on him first. And did we not all learn from a young age "If someone hits you, you hit them back."? Yes, I know for some of you that rule may not apply because the parties involved are adults, so let's use another law. For every action, there is a what? ....That's right, a Reaction. The reaction to a fist in the face in this case being an Uppercut.


So if you're still sitting there thinking the bus driver was wrong, hold on, I have more for you.
I ask you this: If the bus driver was a female, or if the teen girl was a teen boy, would you still feel the same way about this situation? Ahhhh, if you think you'd feel different then you're not thinkin: "EQUALITY."
 You've been brainwashed by society to believe that a man, should he find himself in such situation, sit back and take whatever is coming to him. A woman can stand in his face, yell at him, threaten him, hit him and spit on him and because he is a man and she is a woman he has to endure and walk away, right? WRONG!

Let me tell you something from Experience: I used to say to myself: "I would never hit a woman, that's just wrong" until one day when I found myself in the middle of a viscous brawl outside of a club with my cousins and friends.
I was one out of possibly 22 or 24 people fighting and there were more women involved then men. I didn't wanna hit any women but there were at least 4 or 5 coming at me in full force at the same time. So what was I supposed to do? Get jumped by a bunch of bitches? Hell no. I retaliated. (Again, for every action there is a reaction) So I reacted, still gentle at first. I simply placed my open palm in the middle of their chests and pushed them down on their asses. They kept getting up so I kept putting them down. Finally from a blind side, one of them hit me over the head with a vodka bottle. And til this day I just thank God that it wasn't a Grey Goose bottle, cause those things don't break and there's a good chance that I wouldn't have lived to tell the story.

Now in this day and age I see that there are women out there that act just as barbaric if not more barbaric than men. So why is that okay? If she doesn't practice restraint, then why should he?
Ladies, I don't want to come off as an asshole when I tell you this, but we men are stronger than you!
Yes you bare and deliver our children, yes you are the strong mothers of the earth, yes you are beautiful strong creatures that deserve nothing but love and respect, HOWEVER, pound for pound, when it comes down to pure adrenalin, a man will put you on your ass and break it. I don't care how many times a week you go to the gym, how many Zumba classes you take or how many miles you run to get fit, a man will always be stronger than you. So why in the world would you provoke him to the point that he would hit you?

Look man, this is what I'm sayin: Men and women can and will be equal if people as a whole remember to see equality across the board. Equal despite age, gender, race etc. Equal is Equal across the board, not Equal with exceptions to the rules.
If you and I are both on the same roller-coaster sitting next to each other, regardless of our gender, you and I will still feel the same G-Forces when it drops correct? So if you black out to the point that you feel it is okay to hit me, then why is it that I am the one expected to practice restraint? Is it because I have a penis?
More power to the man that can walk away from a female rather than hit her, but I don't think it is wrong for him to put hands on her if she started the physical part of the altercation.

All in all, what happened on that bus in Cleveland Ohio is fine by me. There were women on that bus yelling out: "That's a female!" The bus driver responded "I don't care, if she wanna act like a man, she gonna be treated like a man"
Preach Bus Driver Brother! Preach!
Like my boy D said: "She forgot that he was a man that could fuck her up....He reminded her."
Pretty much!

She got in a mans face, and hit him. Regardless of man woman or child, as a human being you know right from wrong. You know that you are not supposed to put your hands on anyone, especially if you are gonna disrespect them and hit them in the face. Once that line has been crossed that's when all bets are off. Again, disrespect knows no age, or gender. Gandhi would have gotten his shit rocked just as well had he put his hands on someone.

If you disagree with anything I've said here, you are well within your rights to feel as such. Please feel free to comment here, or email me (EnoBull@gmail.com) with any and all rebuttals.

Til then
Stay Up, and Stay Tuned!

Monday, October 1, 2012

2 Quarters

What's good all?

So yesterday, Sunday the 30th of September in the year of 2012, my main lady and my Queen turned 50 years old.
First and foremost I'd like to thank God for not only blessing me with the greatest mother to ever roam this Earth but also in blessing her with the opportunity to see her most desired milestone of a 50th birthday.

For my mother, a 50th birthday has always been a dream and has always been something she valued and cherished. Anytime any of my aunts or uncles have turned 50 my mom has been overly amused. A big part of this has always been because my grandmother, her mom passed at the age of 45. I've always heard my mom mention that and I know it's always had a huge impact on her life, thus giving it an impact on mine. 
Words can't begin to explain how much I love my mom and how happy I am to see her reach an age that few around her didn't get to see. As you may or may not know my uncle Ostin passed away a few years ago and was only 46. We all miss him dearly and I wish he had been here to see his cousin make it to an age that he would have already been had he still been with us. But yesterday was a day to be happy. My aunt and cousins set up a huge surprise dinner party (which she was very suspicious and expecting of all week) lol and it went off with a bang. 
I've told ya that I have a huge family right? We took up an entire restaurant minus the kitchen and one booth in the back! Lolol. I introduced Ash to almost all of em lol, but we would need a book of 150 pages to break down the whole family tree. Lol. Anyway I just wanna use this moment to wish my best friend, my mother a very Happy Birthday and I wanna wish her 100 happy more.

God Bless you mom, you've always been a great mother and friend. You did an amazing job raising 2 young men and I know God is always has and will always continue to look over you and bless you with all your desires. I've only been alive for exactly half of your 50 years, but I've been proud of you for all 50 of them! I love you, Happy birthday once again!

^Pops and the Birthday Girl^

 ^Buddy caught me mid Laugh^
So my smile is crazy here! Lol

 ^My Family^
LtoR: Me, Rudy, Keith,
Mom and Pops

 ^First Dance with Pops as^
a 50 year old.

 ^Told ya we filled up the whole restaurant^

 ^My mom and all her brothers^
LtoR: Elvis, Luis, Neto
and mom, the only Girl

^My uncle and his "Model's Eyebrow!"^ 
Lmao...

It was a great night filled with a lot of love and happiness. I'm so blessed to be a part of this family. Happy Birthday to my mommy once again, Love you girl!

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

"Let's Get Rich!"

Those were the words said to me by Mylez in a loud and very vibrant club on a Sunday night.

What's goin on Bull Penners?

I think I might have touched this topic a few times before, but some things really don't get old, at least to me. And maybe the more I talk about it the more I'll remain motivated to achieve the goal at hand.
I know I've probably lost you so let me get you a map.

I was at club Amnesia a few Sundays ago with Buddy to celebrate a friends birthday party. If you didn't know, club Amnesia is literally designed to stunt. For those who are slang impaired (I want everyone to be on the same page with me on this one,) stunt means to show off and basically make a spectacle of yourself in public. The club has very little dance floor room, and everything else is a bar and V.I.P areas. So basically, you walk in and your in a large, dark living room. I can live with that, most times I don't need a whole dance floor to cut a rug, that is if I even feel like dancin that night. The bar is to the left, and everything else is your space to roam, that is if you and your friends are spending money on bottles.
This is basically why I don't like clubbin. Bottle service and stuntin ass niggas who don't mind spendin money on bottle service ruined the club scene. I like to imagine that before I turned 18, clubbin was different. You could go in, and admission wasn't $40 (which is what is was for me that night) buy a drink for 8-10 bucks, find a girl to grind on and V.I.P was reserved for the club owner conductin whatever form of meeting he was having with potential clients or whatever. But then again I have no idea if this is all my imagination based on old movies or if that's actually how it was. Regardless the point is clubbin today sucks.

That night tho, it sucked even more! Lol. Don't get me wrong, the party itself was very poppin! Mad women, a few horses, and the drinks were definitely over flowin. However I found myself in V.I.P with Buddy and the birthday boy. I found myself feeling the way you would when you were a kid and your mom couldn't find someone to watch you for the night but she was still gonna go on with her plans. So you ended up being the only kid in a room filled with adult, smoking and drinking and telling jokes you wouldn't get for another 15 years. Laughing living life like it's golden, meanwhile you're somewhere in the background bored out of your skull with 3% battery life left on your GameBoy! Lol. Vivid enough for you? But I'm sure you're askin yourself, "Well, you're old enough to club, and everyone in the club is your age at least, why would you feel so out of place." I'll tell you why:

I work a regular 8-5 day job. I wake up at 6:06am every morning just to be able to make it to that day job at 8am sharp. I get ready, I take a train for about 35-45 minutes, and I work from Monday morning to Friday afternoon. On Friday when I receive my check there's responsibilities I have that need to be taken care of: rent, phone bill (once a month), a Metro Card (Weekly--although I should buy monthly) gas money for the weekend (cause I drive more than I should on the weekends) and of course money for food to last me til the next week. (I know I should cook and bring in my own lunch but leave me alone, we aint talkin about that right now) Lol. So after all those priorities are sorted out I'm left with enough money to hang out and chill, I budget so that I don't have to live check to check, however I don't have enough to live as lavish as I'd like. This is where the point of the blog comes in.

That night at the club we were surrounded by niggas. I don't mean young black men I mean Ignorant Niggas! Lol.

The club is dark, the floor has a pulse, the speakers are blaring, and the DJ is shouting out all the big names who are present. The darkness is momentarily pierced by the sparkles coming off the top of expensive bottles of liquor being brought to people standing on couches. The strobe light from the ceiling shines bright enough and for just enough time for you to notice the young nigga in the middle of V.I.P 2 ft. behind me burning a $100 bill with the same lighter he just lit his blunt with. Wow!
As if that wasn't enough, money starts to magically fall from the sky, $50's and $20's float and flutter by as if they were party streamers and confetti at a championship game set prior to the party. Guys rippin up money and throwing it into the crowd. A guy comes up to the birthday boy and hands him $500.00 and tells him in his ear "That's for you!" The party continues around me, shortly after the Birthday boy grabs the mic and asks the DJ to turn the music off to make an announcement. As about 8-10 more bottles and sparkles pass by the birthday boy says "Shout Outs to 'Such and Such' Team, they spent $9Stacks in here tonight!" ('Stacks' means thousand for those who are slang impaired again, so that's $9,000)

No ladies and gentleman, this is not a movie or a dream. I am telling you a real life story that I personally experienced alongside Mylez with my own two eyes, and ears. Now remember the break down I gave you of my work week and check etc.? Well now at this point I'm left with my own thoughts completely mentally alienated from the party and wondering "What the fuck do these niggas do?" Lol. It's a hypothetical question of course cause I know what they do. No way in hell that these dudes wake up at 6am to be at work at 8am, to work hard from Monday morning to Friday afternoon, receive a regular 3-digit number check, pay off their phone bills for their expensive iPhones and pay rent and still manage to spend $9000 on a random Sunday night just for the sake of stuntin. They have to be drug dealers. So Buddy puts his arms around me and says "Ayo, Let's Get Rich b!" I know he had to be thinking the same thing I was, I immediately responded "Let's do it!" The night winds down and the club is letting out. Buddy and I begin our walk once block up to get back to the car only to see a fleet of brand new expensive cars driving by. Yup, you guessed it, same niggas from the club driving Maserati's, BMW's and Mercedes-Benz's... Keep in mind none of these dudes is older than 23, 24. Brooklyn is obviously gettin it huh?

Lol, I don't know how me and Buddy gonna do it, cause we damn sure aint gonna sell drugs, but we gotta get rich. And not for the reasons you may think. I don't wanna do what these dudes are doin, I don't wanna have money just to show out at the club, I don't want it to be able to buy a $900 pair of sneakers that I'll only wear once, but I wanna know that I can put money in my moms hand just cause. I wanna know that my mom has no debt and her rent is paid off ahead of time. I wanna by able to provide for me and my fam, take a few vacations and not have to worry about that same ol' Monday-Friday, 8-5 vicious cycle. I just wanna be comfortable.

This post might have came off with an envious tone, but that's not it at all. It's not envy, jealousy, hate or anything like that. It's just a realization that I can be doing a lot more than I'm doin with myself. This whole thing balls down to ambition.
I obviously don't know how I want to end this post exactly but I guess I'll just say 'Get Your's!'

Peace.

Stay Up and Stay Tuned

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Sup Bitch!?

Yeeeeeeaaah Nigga! I'm back! Lmao.

No but seriously...

That intro made me feel like a comedian, "Women be shopiiiin!" lol.
Please everyone, be seated. We're gonna have fun with words on this one.

I try to always give a little disclaimer with these topics so I'll say now, if you are easily offended, please move your curser to the upper right hand corner of your screen (left if you're using a mac) and click the big red "X" (red bubble if you're using a mac) lol.

So bitches... what's up? Lol
I was thinkin about this topic while at a rest stop on the way back from the Jersey Shore while talkin to D. I remember a time when we used to put females on a very high pedestal and would never use the word "bitch." Then we turned 16. Lol Aight maybe a little older than that. I realized that using the word is something that came from my experiences with women in that transitional period between young man and adult.
I remember a time when I would think and say "That girl" and when dudes said "bitch" I'd be like: "Chill" lol. Back then I think I might have only used it when really mad at a girl or while rappin along to Hip-Hop lyrics. Fast forward to now, it is a part of my everyday vocabulary. Why you ask? Why the eff not bitch? Lol... Nah, lemme slow it down.

Remember when you were a kid and your parents or other adults used to curse around you, but would turn the heat up under ya ass if you cursed? What would they say to you about cursing? "I'm grown, I can use those words, you can't." I never understood that and to a slight extent still don't. But then I became grown. We get older and we begin to see life differently, things aren't as innocent as they once were and guess what, some of us start using profanity. Lol. Think back to when you first started cursin. I can remember when it was. I was 9, in 4th grade. C.S. 92 public school was the setting. Somewhere between havin project kids as classmates, watchin black comedians and watchin a whole lot of South Park (if it was even out that year) I sorta picked up and adapted to my environment. However, I'm not tryin to point fingers and blame anyone for my behavior or actions, I'm just givin you the facts.
But I know I'm not the only one. Think about the first time you fell and scrapped your knee while roller blading, or got hurt doing something stupid as a kid, I'm sure you held on to the aching body part and said "Ahhhh, Shit!" or something to that effect right? Lol. Or think about a time you woke up and hit your toe on the corner of the bed frame. Uh-huh, I bet you cursin right now just thinkin about it. Lol. I say all that to say that cursin has just become a part of our everyday vocabulary, for a lot of us at least. So "bitch" is no different. Especially once you actually start dealin with women.

See on the path to finding the right woman a man will date many many many females, as a woman would date many many males in her path to meeting Mr. Right. It's the natural order of things. Naturally during this time we meet some bad apples, which are all very necessary in helping us weed out the qualities and traits we want in a mate or life partner or whatever the hell it is you're lookin for. So in dealin with these females we tend to come across bitches. Now here's where we have fun with words. Have you ever heard the song "Bitches and Sisters" by my favorite rapper Jay-Z off his album 'The Blueprint 2'? Lol, well if you haven't I would suggest you open up YouTube and give it a listen so that it will serve as an audio aid in this discussion. In the mean time allow me to give you an excerpt:

"Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride
Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggas all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch"
                                                                            - Jay-Z

You tell em Hov! Lol. 
So you see we deal with Sisters:
These are the girls we like, regardless of whether or not we stay with them for the long run. The ones who we use as a prototype or standard to what our lady should be. Easy to talk to, little to no arguments, funny, caring, sex is great, and whatever else. She may be or might have been your girlfriend for a while but the break up would be mutual or for reasons that aren't as toxic as they would be with Bitches. Which you might call her at the break up point, like you might have while you were fightin with her and were talkin to your boys about it, but you never really saw her in that light. Over all, she was cool and in retrospect she was/is a sister.

Then there's the Bitches:
Usually the bitches are the ones with amazing puddah (vagina, for the slang impaired) but they're crazy, selfish, manipulative, extremely moody, retarded, basically all the harsh words you can think of that mean she aint worth bein around for longer than it takes you to nut, get ya clothes back on and hittin the road! I know it sounds crazy, but this is the crazy world we're livin. The thing with bitches is, we don't really know they're bitches until it's too late in the game. I mean by now she probably already threatened to kill you a few times, has probably pulled a knife out on that ass, keyed your car, taken your credit card and all the cash out your wallet, spent that shit, called your actual girlfriend and told her all about ya affairs!
Don't look at the screen like that, as if I'm the only one this has happened to! Lmao. After all that, you're not gonna call her a queen, or a beautiful young lady or nuttin else, you know what you gonna call her, what are you gonna call her? Let's all say it together a BITCH! Lol.

So now you see where the usage of the word bitch comes from right? I know a lot of you feminist out there are thinkin: "No! This is rude and disrespectful to women." Oh yeah ho? So you mean to tell me you've never used the word? You don't talk to people about your best friends and say "That's my bitch!" You don't get into confrontations with other women at the club or at the super market or in church and say "Fuck You Bitch!" Yeah you know you do. It's no different than the word "Nigga." I can't openly use it with my boys around white people and then be uncomfortable with them using it with theirs. Same way you can't be all open about it with ya homies and be mad when I say it. Feel me?

I know the rest of you feminist are sayin "Well a Bitch is a dog." Well ladies lemme tell you, I have dogs, both female, and I'll tell you, I don't see a huge difference in behavior, but I won't dive into that one right now! LMFAO.

Have I offended you? It's just words bitch, pull your skirt down.

Just to further help you out I've come up with a list of Sisters and Bitches so that you can further easily identify when it is acceptable to use the word:

Sisters:
Claire Huxtable, Michelle Obama, Oprah, My Mom, Your Mom, All the women in your family, all the women in my family, Hermione from Harry Potter, Jada Pinkett-Smith, Hilary Clinton, Mary-Jane Watson from Spiderman and Maya Angelou.
Just to name a few.

Bitches:
Ursela from the Little Mermaid, Rihanna (I'll still do you girl!), The main bitch from the Twilight movies, Kim Kardashian, Mystique from X-Men, Jenny from Forrest Gump (til she got her act together), That bitch that lives on the 5th floor of your buildin, and Rose's mom in Titanic.
Again, just to name a few.

Lol. So what have we learned in all this? Profanity is not a big deal. And "bitch" is a word we use now that we're grown. If you've been hurt by anyone who ever used the word towards you or around you, remember we are only responsible for what we say, not what others feel.

Hope I covered all bases and explained this topic well enough for you.

Peace Bitches

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

This is Sparta!! (My 300th Post)

YAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWW!

What's going on ya?
So I was gonna talk about Bitches on this post (You'll understand in the next post) but while putting that post together I realized I've reached my 300th post mark.

Sheesh, where does time go? Even with my multiple hiatuses I managed to reach 300 in 4 years. So I started thinkin. What you ask? Well how every milestone I reach on this blog I decide to go back and see how far I've come, see what it is people may want me to speak about and or re cap on what I've posted in the passed.

Well no more, granted I may do that again at some point however in the current moment I do not want to look back. I don't want to live in the passed, I want to enjoy the now and hop in my DeLorean (which I've owned for over 15 years in my mind) and fly into the future for a lil bit. So what am I gonna do to celebrate this 300th post? Something I've done before, just a lil different this time around. I'm gonna write a letter to myself. You're more than welcome to be nosey and read it. Lol, so here goes:

Sup Meng?

When you look back and read this, (which I know you will) I just want you to know that this was the short time period in your life when you sat down to think of the following

-You had just turned 25, so you were thinking about all the things that society tells us we should have, and the things we should be doing by the time you reach that age. However you didn't dwell on that, you were more so just feeling blessed to have made it to the quarter century mark. Fully content with life and ready for whatever curve ball it had intended to throw your way, you were walkin around with a fresh tattoo on your neck, a smile from ear to ear, just lovin the fact that you were breathin. By the time you come back to read this I hope you still feel the same way.
-You had just come up with a plan for the following year, to get your first car. Preferrably that 1987 Bimmer. Mmmm, are you reminicing what it was to drive her and get all those looks on the street? Did you fix her up like you wanted to? Brownish red, metallic paint job, with the gold BBS rims? Are you still driving it? Or did you get your hand on the wheel of that 64 Impala already? Lol. You also had plans of getting a motorcycle for the followin summer so that you could ride out with Kenny, Ryan, Perse, and Penny... How they doin? And what was it like hittin 160 on the West Side highway on that bad boy? I bet you got a few speedin tickets on that motha f%$kah... Yeah right!? Why would you let the boys catch up to you while you on a bike right? Lmao. Yoooo, Remember those Yeezy's? You paid more for those sneakers than you've ever paid for any one item your entire life, possibly til this day, and that's including all the cameras you've ever bought. By the way, how's the photography goin? Have you reach Johnathan Mannion status yet?
-Remember this was the time period when you knew that 25 was gonna treat you great. You didn't have a care in the world, yet you still had a plan that you were gonna follow. This is right around the time you met Ash. This was the moment in your life where you felt you had been given a fresh start, all because the calander landed on the 14th of August yet another year. After all, they say a black man in America isn't always fortunate to see 25. Is that still a belief? Ah, well who cares. You made it, you graduated from young man to that good ol' 25&Older bracket. It felt great, and like I said I just hope that when you return you feel the same man.

Get back to whatever it is you were doin man! You aint get rich by sittin around reading old ass blog posts and tearin up being proud of how far you've made it! Lolol.

Peace.


Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Monday, September 3, 2012

Back for the first Time

*blows dust off the page*

*looks into camera before getting on stage*

Eno: "Hope I still have an audience!"

*walks out the curtains*

YAOOWWWWWWWW!!

What's goin on ya'll? I know its been a long time and I'm sorry. But I'm back like a spine baby! Lol. Did you miss me? I sure missed ya.

I guess it's only fair that before I get back into it I give ya a lil update huh?

Well that's coo.

So check it right, on the 14th of last month I turned 25. Woooooo, I felt so blessed and still do. I really meant to blog about it but I been so busy livin that I kinda just let it fly under the rug. Lol. But in case you were wondering, I had a great effin time with my cousins and my friends that whole week. We went to the Jersey Shore for the weekend, smoked, drank, played games, partied, etc. It was pretty effin dope. So with my blog being born only a few short days after my 21st birthday, you know what that means right? That's right my baby turned 4 on the 24th... Can you believe I've been blogging for 4 years? Crazy, I can almost remember each post. And I know I didn't make a big deal out of it but I did think about it. For those of you who have been reading it for all four years, I cannot thank you enough. You all know how therapeutic writing is for me, so that fact that you sit in on my sessions with myself means a lot to me. Thanks again.

But movin a long, ya know I'm the man when it comes to re inventing myself. Since High School I've gone through at least 4 looks. The mini fro tot the braids, the braids to the caesar, the caesar back to the mini fro, the mini fro to twists, twists to dreads and dreads back to caesar. All while I still wore glasses and didn't have an ounce of facial har. (Wish I had more pictures of all those transitions.) Shortly after the dreads, it was the caesar again when I was 22, and it's when I realized that my hair was thinning. At first I had assumed it was cause of all the different hair styles in such a rather short period of time til recently I realized it was my genetics that I was cursed with. Basically I been goin bald since I was 22, and so a day or 2 before my birthday this year I decided to walk into the barber shop and get a full baldie. Yup, I am now the newest recipient of a completely bald head, and of course a very proud member of the Beard Gang. And the 2 cuts in my left eyebrow have become somewhat permanent. So 25 met me with a new face; so to speak. And you know what, I feel it looks pretty damn good. Also, as you may or may not know, for my last 5 or 6 birthdays I been getting myself a tattoo for my birthday every year, an this year is no different. What did I tattoo you ask? Well I'm glad you asked, I got my neck tattooed! Yup, remember the pigeon I had mentioned I wanted tattooed on me? Well that's what it was gonna be, however the mazing artist I went to, (Lalo Yunda from my shop Sacred Tattoo Shop) suggested that the bird may not have worked on my neck the way I envisioned it. So I ended up getting a single wing with the Yankee logo in it. It's so tough, when I finally do the photo shoot that I wanna do with it I'll show it to ya. I think I used to say that I wouldn't get my neck tattooed, but I think this was back when I was a lil more conscience of what  society thought and how I would be looked at, but now, I'm older and I really don't give 2 shits what society has to say. I plan on going in to get another tattoo at the end of this month and at th top of October. I'm sure some of you are thinking, "Well, what about work?" Well, it's still going great. Lol on my birthday I made 9 months there, making it the longest I've ever kept a job, I must say I'm proud of myself. Bye bye retail! Lol.

So what else, I turned 25, I got a new look, new tattoo, work still going great. Oh yeah! Laila lives here with us now. Lol Laila is a (now) 5 month old Pitbull/Boxer mix puppy who was supposed to stay here for a weekend. A friend of Rudy's brought her over to stay here while he and Rudy tried to find a permanent home for her. Well, I believe that was a month and a half ago. Lol. It seems that unintentionally she has found her permanent home. We all love her and we can't wait til she is grown so that we can say "She is fully house broken" lol. Til then, her and Juno will continue to be best friends, making noise into the late hours of the night, Go be with us all! Lolol. I'm still an unlicensed driver, but I plan to go and get my license in about 2 weeks. Just need that hook-up, cause there's no way I'm sittin in nobody's classroom for 5 hours watchin a 20 year old defensive driving vhs tape and takin a 5 hour class. Yeah right I'd rather ride dirty for the rest of my life! Lol Also, I hear "Bull for Mylez" is coming back with a season 2. I guess last but not least, I'd like to let ya know (and this is technically the first time I'm going public with it, cause I had to let my fam know before I shared it with the world! Lol) I am now someone's boyfriend! Lol. Yeah man, ya boy Eno got himself a nice girlfriend. Still sounds new but real cool. Damn, I had been single for about 7 years now. But good things come to those who wait, and I really wasn't willin to settle down with just anyone, but now Ashley is here and I plan on ridin out with her for a long while. Are you surprised? Don't be, lol. So I guess that's a good start to catch up with. I didn't offend anyone with this post, but it's still early in the day! Lmao. I'll be back a lil later with a fresh new post and some more bs to spit at ya!

Hope ya aint been missin me too much, I gotta admit I've been missing writing for a while now, so it feels good to dust off the top page of this blog and share some thoughts with ya. So with all that said, I'm about to hit the post button and open up a brand new window to discuss my new blog topic, so come back very very soon.

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Life is About...

You ever be sittin, drivin or hangin around thinkin: "What is life about?" Yeah I know you have, cause I know I have, and how different are you from me if you're reading this?

Well question no more. I'm here with the answer to your very deep question. In my boredom at work today I came up with the list of things that life is about, pull up a seat and get ready to get your mind blown. Ready?:

Life is about finding the perfect balance between everything and nothing.
You probably sittin there thinkin: "What the eff is this nigga talmbout?" With the wild confused face.

Check it out, Life is About:

The perfect hat to go with your favorite sneakers - The right Yankee fitted aaaalways does the trick, but maybe you're more of a Fedora or Golfer hat kinda guy. So finding the one with the same colors or the same style to match or go with your new vintage kicks!? That's Life!

The perfect shades to complement the shape of your face - Aviators aren't for everyone. They work for me because I have a round face, but maybe you're a wafer kinda face shaped typa dude! lol. Maybe you were meant for Versace, or even Versace knock off offs from Canal.

The perfect weather - I'm a 77 degree type of guy. Sunny, no chance of precipitation, blue skies and an ice cold lemonade. But maybe you're more of a rainy day, cloudy 54 degree type of guy/gal.

The perfect day with family/friends - I think that's self explanatory.

Life is about finding the perfect soundtrack to your life. Put all your favorite songs on one big ass playlist and drive to it or ride the train with it.

Life is about a full tank of gas and driving with absolutely no destination.

Life is about the perfect sandwich on your lunch break and maybe not coming back into the office.

It's about laughin so hard til you think to yourself: "This is it, THIS is how I'm gonna die, by running out of oxygen from laughing so fuckin hard!"  < I been there, it's the most amazing feeling in the world.

+Pancakes
+Icy white Air Force 1's for the summer
+Clean ass Wheat suede Timbs for the winter
+Fresh white tees all year round
+Seeing lil kids laugh
+Appreciating the rain
+Cause you know it comes before the sun
+Music
+A Tattoo
+Perfect amount of closet space
+Mister Softee Ice Cream
+Hopping the turnstile at the train station just to say you did it.
+Summertime
+The Beach
+Taking that one picture that your grandchildren will one day see and say "Wow!" for whatever reason.

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did" - Mark Twain said that... It's cliche as fuck but its so true.

Life is about finding yourself, throwing caution to the wind once in a while, discovering yourself and the life around you. So when people say, go to school, get an education, get a job turn it to a career, yeah that's all cool.... But why not make a whole bunch of little mistakes here and there on that long yet very short road called life?
-Life is about finding the perfect balance between everything and nothing.-

I'm just rambling on, so I guess I'll stop here. Lol

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Friday, May 18, 2012

Never Change

What's good ya?
Yo fellas, lemme ask you something: You ever be having conversation with a female and you tell her about a girl you like and she gives you a list of hatin ass reasons why you shouldn't? Like: "Eww, you like her? Why? You know everything on her is fake right?" Or something like: "You know she got a man right?" Lol, So what trick!? Why you hatin' Lol!

Anyway, that had absolutely nothing to do with today's post although I may use it for a future post.

But anyway, onto today's business.
Have ya, by any change seen the video of Hov speaking at a rally or something of that nature in Philedelphia to promote a project he has alongside Budweiser?

Well if you haven't try to find it and fast forward to about 3:45 in the video where Jay actually starts talking. He goes on for a while and mentions what he'll be doing with this program and then goes on to say how he feels Philedelphia has always had talent and yadda yadda yadda. I would go into more detail but ya lazy ass can go and find the video so that you can see what I'm talkin about. Lol.

At this point Freeway, a Philly native and former (I believe) RocaFeller Records (Jay-z's Record label) recording artist came up on stage. Okay, so this is where it gets interesting.

Jay, who is of course in some un doubtedly expensive sneakers under a pair of fitted jeans, a white tee and a blazers seems to be un appreciative of Freeways presence. Freeway who is in a regular graphic tee and some baggy jeans seems to simply want to support a former co-worker and friend in his endevours to promote any positive movements in his hometown, is standing there waiting for Jay to finish speaking. Jay barely aknowledged him and didn't even give the brother dap. (That's a hand shake for those of ya who may not be too savy with the slang. Lol)

So when the moment comes for a picture to be taken, while the entire audience is watching and the cameras are rolling, Jay very politely and discreetly places his hand on Free's back without saying a word and sways him away from the stage! Damn Homie! Lol
I was watchin the video thinkin: "..................." That's right I didn't know what to think, I just know I didn't like it.
Let's analyze this together shall we?
Looking at it from all angles, there is some fault here on both parties. For starters, no matter how excited he was, Free should have practiced a little more restraint and realized that this had very little or nothing to do with him and stayed in the audience instead of coming up on the stage. Because now in the long run what happens is you end up lookin like the guy that got denied a dance at the club during that ONE song that you NEED a partner to dance with. All your boys are ridin cheeks, and you just so happen to be standing under the spot light cold and alone! And Nobody wants to be that guy. Lol So that's one part.
However, Hov, knowing this man personally should have practiced a little more humility and allowed his former co-worker and friend a chance to enjoy the glory of the moment. Yeah this had little to nothing to do with him, but shit, don't treat homie like Lil Mama at the MTV awards! that's foul. At some point or another you've broken bread with this man and now you alienate him in public and treat him like some bum on the street who tried to get in your picture.... I mean I'm sure there's more that went into Jay's thought process when he was doing what he did, but I'm only going off of what I saw on the video.

So lemme tell you how I feel about this, although (like I said) there was fault on both sides, the Jerk Award goes to (Drum roll please) Hova the god.

And now I'll tell you why, I have a problem with even the idea of people getting too big for their britches. Yes, you are a multi millionaire, you have fine suits, a Hollywood famous Bombshell wife, you ride in very expensive cars have your own jets, and are involved with several big businesses. But brother, please don't ever forget you came from the same pissy hallways in Marcy projects in Brooklyn that so many other people came from. You came from the same struggles, the same street corners you were cut from the same cloth as the rest of us. yeah you worked hard to get to where you are and I commend you for that, no one can take that from you, but you know good and Cot Damn well you werent born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
Hov is my favorite rapper but I don't like seeing people become too big to show the little people anymore. I hate feeling that someone think they are better than the rest simply because they have more 0's in their bank account.
What happened to the Jay-Z that came to TRL on a scooter and a Du-Rag, the one that said "Went to MTV in Du-Rags, I made them love you" You being in reference to the guys on the streets. What happened to the Jay-Z that said "thug nigga til the end tell a friend Bitch, Won't change for no paper plus I been rich" looks like that nigga changed!

And I'm not saying don't change, cause of course we all have to change, it's a part of our evolution, its a part of growing up and getting older. But change for the better. Do I make any sense? It's very possible to change and not forget. And that's all I'm sayin.
Same goes for Kanye, another one that I'm a fan of, but he's on Twitter airing me and a million other people out. Saying he hates seeing people in Button up shirts and hoodies, off brand sneakers and sweat pants, etc. etc. etc. meanwhile this is the same man who got on a stage with a womans blouse and has been seen parading around town in leather skinny jeans!? Come the fuck on bruh, don't spit on your fans cause you don't like their wardrobe, You another one, you were wearing Jordans and a white tee last week, now you got some bread its all Margiela kicks and Versace furniture? have a seat on that fancy silk couch my man. Humble your self. You went from "tank on empty, whippin my mommas Volvo" to "Lamborghini Mercy" with no stops in between. Cut it out b!

I find myself wondering, is this what being wealthy is about? Is it possible to become stupid filthy rich without becoming a fuckin jerk!? Would Oprah shit on me if she bumped into me on the street tomorrow cause I'm not dressed a certain way or because she doesn't recognize me from the Fortune 500 club? If that's what it's about you can keep it. In fact I'd like to say a prayer right now:

Dear God,
When I become rich, please remeber to keep me planted to the ground, Remind me that I am not stronger than the earths gravitational pull.

As for the homies on that "Otis" record, the ones that asked us to "Watch the Throne" all I ask is that ya remember where ya came from. You 2 niggas are men from Brooklyn and Chicago. No matter how hard you try to make the rest of the people believe that you are royalty, at the end of the day, me and a whole bunch of other people still see you two as regular human beings. Hov wasn't your song called "never Change"? Yeah, I thought it was.

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mothers Day

From your womb I came into this world 
kicking and screaming,
cold and alone, til the moment the doctor placed me in your arms.
Nearest to your heart, I laid in your arms and from that moment I knew
that I would never again feel cold and alone. 
A mother is a best friend from the Lord above.
And Lord knows I've never known a better friend than you,
Mom.

Good Morning all....
That was my attempt at a Mothers Day Poem off the top of my head. Lol, so what it doesn't rhyme. Lol
Anyway, I just wanted to take some time out to talk to my mommy through the art of written words. 

Dear Mom,

               For as long as I can remember, you've always been my best friend. I could always confide in you and trust that you will both understand and never judge me. We've been through a lot over the years. You've become my financial and spiritual adviser lol, my therapist, and just an overall cool ass mom son! < See what I did there? Lol. There's no words in the English language or in any other for that matter that could ever begin to explain the amount of love I have and always will have for you, to explain to you how grateful I am that I have you. You've done a tremendous job raising me and my little brother, and when I look at you, I can't help but thank God a million times for giving me the best mom in the world.  Te quiero mucho mami, que Dios the bendiga.

  Me and My Mommy's Mommy Yesterday
All I had to do was say "Say Cheeeese Grandma"
and she lit up like a Light bulb.
I thank God for her everyday!

  L to: R
Me, My lil brother Rudy and Mommy Dearest!
This was Rudy's Graduation

Me and My Queen!
I Love you Mom!

So to my mom and to all the mothers in the world, please know that Mothers Day is everyday. Every morning that you wake up to have your babies up and ready for school, everyday that you change a diaper or stay up through the night because your child is sick, every time you worry cause your kids are going out with their friends or whatever else, we (your children) are appreciating you.

To all the single mothers your appreciation is more than doubled. Everyone knows being a mom is the hardest job in the world, but it's even harder when you have to do it alone. To all my aunts, my friends with children, I love you all. Happy Mothers Day!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Honduras 2012 Pt. II

Yaaoooooooowwww!
Ya Llege!

Lol, excuse me, I'm still in vacation mode til 6am tomorrow morning therefore some of my words are still comin out in spanish! But anyway, I'm back. Did you miss me? Lol

For those who didn't know and just plain haven't been paying attention, I went to Honduras for 10 days. It was beyond beautiful, like it always is. 10 days without a phone, without internet, without any technical connection to the concrete jungle and any world like it. Just me and my family in a village in Honduras that we call Santa Fe.

Really I'd have to sit in front of the computer for about 10 more days to fully explain to you how great it was and what fun I had but as we all know I don't have that kind of time. So instead I'll post a few pictures and a link to the full album on my Flickr. They say a picture speaks 1000 words, well I have about 725 or so of em and a few videos.... You do the math! Lol

 ^First image of my trip....^
My Cock! Lolol

 ^Grandma's Crib^
Ol G been House crippin sin 89! 
Lol

 ^House in the Hills^ 

 ^Santa Fe^

 ^Palm Trees Everywhere^

 ^My First Meal of the Trip^
I Believe.... Lol

 ^Loani^

 ^New Default^

^Topogio^
(toe 'po 'gee 'oh)

^Bout to Set the Sun^

There's a whole lot more here with a few more descriptions and such: http://www.flickr.com/photos/48199448@N04/6934961904/in/set-72157629824207673  <--- Click and Enjoy! I'll probably write more sometime tomorrow.
As for now I'm gonna enjoy the remainder of my vacation. Peace! Lol

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Honduras 2012

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Just in case you missed me, that's where I been. I'll be back in a few hours with a post and some pics!

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Quarter to 8 (Super Random)

Good Morning Bull Penners!

Oaky, so it's 7:45am on a Saturday morning... Yes, Right now! I know, I'm asking myself what I'm doin up too. So I'll tell you. Here goes: Yesterday when I got home from work all I wanted was to enjoy a lil smoke and float away to where ever my body would take me. Kids, don't do drugs! (I feel I have to put that disclaimer up even tho I don't really feel that weed is a drug lol, but anyhoo) So prior to purchasing my medicine, I went to the store to buy munchies, cause there's no way I was gonna walk to the store after I smoked, shit would have felt like it took an hour. So I went, got some salt & vinegar potato chips, some cap'n crunch cereal and a honey roasted turkey sandwich with bacon on a hero. Yea it was that serious.

Came back, went to the back yard and lit my spliff. Lemme tell ya somethin... The highest I ever been was back on July 12th, 2009. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was the night of our company party at Dave and Busters on Time Square back when I was workin at 'TopMan.' Me and a few of my co-workers (I'm leavin out names cause I don't want to indict nobody) decided to pregame HARD! We each got a personal bottle of our liquor of choice and ciphed about 4 blunts which all had a different type of weed in em. For those of you who may be a lil lost on what that means, a cipher is simply a circle of people passing the blunt around takin hits and passin it on. The word comes from Hip-Hop but I won't get into that, I aint google. Movin on, when I tell you I was smacked, I mean 4 fingers, a thumb, and a hot palm straight to the side of my face b! The earth was spinnin diagonally.
^That's the night this was taken.^
Don't know who's Georgi that was, but you see 
me reachin for the ash tray.
Photo: Courtesy of the homie JKissi!

Since I haven't been as high..... Til Last night!
I bought a dime and faced it. Again for those who are stuck, a dime is $10 worth of weed and faced it means I smoked it by myself. After that I took about 3 hits from another blunt that was being ciphed. Son! SON!
Listen to me, the room was spinnin and I don't even know how to describe my vision, you ever see a movie where the camera looks like it was shooting in front of a bunch of fun house mirrors to depict the person going crazy, like drunk or high or delusional or something? That's how everything looked. To the point that I almost even became paranoid. I remember everything clearly. I watched Mike Epps and Donnell Rawlins standup and I thought I was gonna die from the lack of breathing from laughin so hard. Lol. The munchies tasted like fine italian cuisine that's how amazing they tasted. Lol. Afterwards we popped open a bottle of wine that I got at work, it was very sour, but who cares I just think it was very boss of me to smoke a blunt and sip on some fine wine, don't you? Nigga I still even remember my dreams from last night, I think I still may be a liiiiiil high actually. Lol. Good effin times man!
^Just like that I found a reason^
to love my back yard! Lol

Anyway, movin on to the rest of the randomosity that is going on in my head. I'm sittin here patiently waitin for my vacation man! I'm going to Honduras for 10 days. Ooooooowwwweeeee! I cannot wait. 10 days of beach goin, drinkin, partyin and actin a fool without a care in the world. Shit is gonna be epic. I haven't been out there since 06, so you know I'm hype! My bag is already packed, My carry on will be packed by tonight and from there the only thing left to do is wait til the 4th! AAAOOOWWW! Lol.

I just got my passport the other day and I'm very proud of the picture that I used for it. Lol, you know I'm a clown right? I thought to myself: "How effin cool would it be to take the picture for my passport with a bowtie on? Lol I put on a black shirt, black bowtie and got the picture taken. Oh you don't believe me? Peep:
^LMFAO^
Lookin like my name is 
Eno Muhammad Allah Understanding

My big homie CFK says I look like a Terrorist, and told me not to wear big rubber shoes when I go to the airport. Lololol. I guess that's his way of wishing me luck. Lol
But I don't need any extra luck, you know I always carry my Lucky rabbits foot with me!
Of course I carry a lucky rabbits foot. Lol, nah lemme explain. I'm like the least superstitious person you will ever meet. I don't fear black cats, I'd walk under a ladder if I had to and Friday the 13th is just a cool sounding calandar date to me.
But I will admit I do kinda sorta believe in good and bad luck. A liiiiiiil bit. Lol. When I turned 17 my aunt gave me a "Lucky Dollar" and it's still in my wallet til this day. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been down to my very last nickle and thought to myself, "Fuck it, imma use that buck, but I just can't do it. That dollar is probably one of the reasons why I haven't starved to death! Lol
The other day tho I found another form of luck (for me at least.)
Look what I found on the floor of the 19 bus stop:
^My Lucky Bordeaux Rabbit's Foot^

Lol, are you confused yet? Well pull up a seat, here's where Eno takes pride in teaching his audience something new.
Back in 1992, the greatest basketball player of ALL time, Mr. Michael Jeffrey Air Jordan released the 7th installment in the Jordan sneaker line. The 7's (seen in the picture above in baby size) were worn by Buggs Bunny in the ads for the sneaker which earned them the name "Hare 7's." The hares were this very same style, except in a different color. The Hares were white and red with a greyish color mixed in. So when I found this baby shoe that day I thought to myself, "Oh snap, it's a pair of baby 7's. It aint the hares but it's the same sneaker. And there's only one so it's like I found a rabbits foot" You get it now? Lol Nevermind me man, I'm just pourin out the shit in my head.

I got a new Tattoo..... Wanna see it? NO! Lol.
Nah, I really can't show it tho. It's like my first "Personal" tattoo so to speak. They're all personal, but this one is probably the most personal. 
But I can at least explain how I mean it. 
You've heard the expression "Wears his emotion on his sleeve" right? Basically a person who is very upfront with how they are feelin. They damn near wear it like a mask on their face. Well that's me. There are no grey areas with me and expressin how I feel. You'll know when I'm happy or pissed off, upset, whatever. However, Buddy told me I have to learn to control that. So I'm proud to say that more recently only the people who actually know me know when I'm feelin what I'm feelin. I'm learning not to let everyone in, especially those who I don't know and trust too well. Emotions are a very funny thing and lettin other people know them can lead to them controlling them. And that can be dangerous. So now I almost know how to cover up everything with a smile. My mask is deceiving, not always but you know. But if you know me that well then there's no need for a mask. If I trust you then I can show you my emotions comfortably. 
So, I got a tattoo hidden in my sleeve that represents me "Wearing my heart on my sleeve" but you can only see it sittin there if you know me well enough. See what I did there? Lol.

 ^Maybe this is it right here!^
Lmfao!

Well I guess that's the end of this post... I'm gonna go see if there's still any Cap'n Crunch left! Ha!

Stay Up and Stay Tuned!