tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87331866488458528442024-02-07T22:55:39.118-05:00Tha Bull PenEno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.comBlogger349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-66635634195172605572017-07-15T20:44:00.001-04:002017-07-15T20:44:30.819-04:00Words Matter & Support is Free<div class="m_205531581248024547p1" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">
<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Remember John Singleton's movie 'Boyz N the Hood?' (if you didn't see it, it's on you I'm not breaking shit down for you)<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Remember one of the early scenes in the movie where Doughboy's mom is telling him "You ain't Shit, and you ain't never gone be shit" calling him a "Fat Fuck" and carrying on as if he wasn't even her child?<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">I've been thinking a lot lately about how important words are. Especially words from the people closest to us. Because, let's be honest, those are the words that matter the most. On the playground when dealing with bullies or kids that would tease us, we were taught to respond with "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Oh how wrong they were. Yeah, it's true, words will never hurt you.... Physically! But words can be a Mother Fucker! I defy any adult reading this to tell me they've never been hurt by what a loved one said to them.<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">So I started thinking, it's very important that we are more patient with children. It's very important that we nurture them, encourage them and support their dreams. And the more I thought about it the more I realized that we need to carry on that same mindset (obviously not as sensitive) with adults. Words Do matter.<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Think about your life, tell me: Do you love your job? Let's say you don't; how hard is it for you to get up out of your bed each morning? You dread the idea of your alarm going off so early, you having to get dressed, commute to work, usually with strangers you can't stand to get to a job you don't like to work with people who annoy you. Am I right?<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">How great would it be to have someone at your side telling you "Hey, it's just work, be positive, you'll be great, and you look amazing today." Sounds farfetched doesn't it? But is it really? Why does that have to be something out of the norm? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm the spokesman for: "life is not a fairytale, ain't nobody got time for all that shit, suck it up and get to it!" Not realizing that I've been callused because that's how it was for most of us growing up.<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Our parents may not have been as harsh as Doughboys mother, calling us names and putting us down, but how often where they more nurturing and encouraged us to reach for the sky passed a certain age? I'm willing to bet not many.<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">The underlining reason for this post is: in thinking of all this I find myself thinking about myself and my dreams. I can't lie and say that I don't have support from certain people, I might even say many people. But as far as the people closest to me, I can count on one hand the ones who make me feel they believe in me. In fact my brother Rudy is probably the only one (as close as he is) that makes me feel like one day I'll make a career out of my passion.</span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">I remember a time I'd asked my father for a few bucks because I was going to shoot a video for a friend of mine. In his typical fashion he lashed out at me and told me "I'm always hearing you talk about videos and photo shoots, but you never have money!" Implying that I'm wasting my time with a hobby. I'm sure he didn't mean it to be discouraging or mean, but those words hurt me. I also remember a time when someone asked my mom, an earshot away from me "Oh, he's a photographer?" To which my mom replied "Well, that's what he says!" Shit!<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">My mom has always been my best friend so I got over that quick, however those words really hurt!!<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Now this post is not meant to express resentment for my parents, because I know them both very well and I know they only want the best for me, plus I don't resent them. And let's be honest anyone with foreign parents knows the deal. Nor is this post intended to make you feel bad for me, because trust me, I don't need your pity. But I am saying that to say as parents we need to be more nurturing. Not only when our children are babies, but throughout life. Again I'm not saying I need my back to be rubbed while you ask me "who's my baby" (Gross, get out of here) but just because we don't get star stickers next to our name charts anymore, doesn't mean that positive reinforcement isn't appreciated.<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">We have to be careful of telling our loved ones "You ain't shit, and you never gone be shit!" Because even if you try to sugar coat it, those words do hurt. Think of how your words effect the ones you love. Think of how they choose to carry those words. Think of how long they will carry them. Also think about where your words are coming from. Are you taking your own frustrations out on others?<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">It's true, I'm only responsible for what I say, not what you take from it, but how often does someone say something and you read deeper into it? Think about what you're saying and what's being taken. A simple "Ehh, whatever" (given the context of course) could be taken for "You're not good enough."<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">As people we like to carry on with a facade of being strong, and for the most part, I know we are, however it doesn't mean that we can't use a little boost of confidence through words of encouragement. I mean, what could it hurt, right? Support is free!<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_205531581248024547s1">Stay Up and Stay Tuned<span class="m_205531581248024547Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-64640199529131437592017-04-21T12:03:00.002-04:002017-04-21T12:03:24.750-04:00(Whackness) Life Gets Hard......But I aint complaining!<br />
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If you know me then you know my motto is: "Life is Good." And really there's no reason for me to believe any different at the moment. However, I probably wouldn't be writing any of this if everything was peachy, right?<br />
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So what's new? Well a lot! I have to update the blog dedicated to my daughter cause a lot has happened in that regard as well. As for me? Well my problems aren't the greatest, but they are mine and so they feel like they are lol.<br />
For starters, March was a super duper whack month. I rather not go into detail as to why, but things changed a bit. And it seems that it's not so much the whackness that has affected me but more so the bounce back. My job title at work change a bit and it came with way better hours! I'm no longer working a 4pm-12am shift and having to wait 3-4 hours for parking when I get home. Rather, I'm working a 9-5 like everyone else, but all good things come with some bad. For the security of my job, I won't put things about people on the internet, just know that all co workers aren't workers! Lol.<br />
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There's also the fact that I lost my best friend. Not like they died, but apparent;y we can't be friends anymore. Again, don't want to go into details but.... Whackness! <br />
And to top it all off, it seems like I'm well on my way to being the one thing I prayed the hardest not to become, a weekend dad! Seems like my daughter will soon be a resident of Pennsylvania. A state that I am sure is God's punishment to the United States. And honestly, I'd move with her but I can't see myself commuting 5-6 hours out of my day. I'm sure ther'll be quite enough of that on the weekends.<br />
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But the sun always shines through the rain, it hasn't been all bad. One of my best friends from High School got married in Miami late last month. It was so beautiful to watch him exchange vows with the woman he loves and I was beyond honored to have been witness to such beauty and greatness.<br />
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And for the first time in a long time, my photography seems to be moving at a steady pace. I'cw had a photo shoot every weekend in the month of April and with a little luck and a lot of planning, I'm hoping to finish off the month the same way.<br />
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I don't even know If I've mentioned on the blog that I got a new car in July. It's cost me a pretty penny thus far and she's the reason I am currently devastatingly broke, but I love her and I hope I get to keep her for a very long time to come. She's a silver 1999 BMW 540i and I named her Sade. (All my cars will go on to be named after beautiful influential black women!) Pam Grier the Bimmer is gone, but hopefully one day in the future I can be reunited with her and treat her like I wanted to the first time around.<br />
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Other than all that, what can I say? Like the sun shining through the rain in April, "Life is Good" remains through the whackness.<br />
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Stay Up, and Stay Tuned.Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-12489390415992952432016-08-28T18:01:00.000-04:002016-08-28T18:01:45.923-04:00Stay Woke What's going on Bull Penners?<br />
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I don't wanna over write for this one so lets just get right into it.<br />
For the longest time I've been telling myself that I'm getting off of FaceBook and gonna slowly wean myself off of social media all together. I've made absolutely no progress with either, but whatever. <br />
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That's not the point anyway. The point is the new trend that seems to be taking social media by storm is being "Woke" (Awoken/Enlightened by truth.) <br />
If you are fortunate enough to not have encountered these people while scrolling through the screens of you social media app of choice, allow me to break it down for you.<br />
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Who are these people who are "Woke?" I'll tell you. A person who is woke, is a person who has found truth behind the curtains of lies that we as a people have been fed for the last lifetime. Lies fed to us by our government, food industries, Music Industries, or whatever industry. Basically, any person who has had the vial removed from their eyes, and is now realizing all the things that have been hidden from us forever and are now choosing to take their own path in life are considered to be woke.<br />
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There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. If you know me, then you know I am all for education of all kinds. And what better education than the one you receive when you do research, find out things that are beneficial to you and your community?! So my problem is not with the people in this era of enlightenment. In fact, I'm proud of those who are finally waking up and seeing the true colors of the world, be they dim as they may be.<br />
Rather, my problem is the air of superiority that comes with this education. It would seem that these people have found the holy grail, and now have been granted some sort of permission to look down and everyone else who has yet to learn what they know. But the one thing they don't realize, the one thing they still haven't learned is: ALL These things that you're just now learning has been in existence since forever. Somewhere there was a guy in the 50's and 60's who discovered all these things, he just didn't have a computer and facebook to spread his message. However, I'm sure he didn't walk around with his chest out feeling as if he was better than everyone simply because he learned new things. There's a good chance he did what you all should be doing. Sharing the knowledge, in a non condescending manner.<br />
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Humble your fucking selves. It comes from all different angles. Some people are JUST NOW finding out about the corruptions in politics: and they go on Facebook and rant about how everyone is so stupid because they don't realize this or they don't know that. How about rather than making yourself out to be some sort of scholar you take the time to instead educate others on what you've learned.<br />
Like I said earlier, I'm all for education in all forms. What I am not a fan of is this attitude, the superiority complex. We will never rise up as a people if we are not willing to help each other out, if we are not willing to teach those that come after us. <br />
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If you've learned anything, share it. Or don't if you feel you don't want to, but don't be a douchebag and make other people feel less than you are because of it.<br />
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Too often people are scared to bring people with them to the top, for fear that it may knock them off. If you are a valued player in any game then you shouldn't be scared to share that spotlight.<br />
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That's all I wanted to say about that!<br />
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Stay Up and Stay Woke!<br />
l,maoEno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-69177399001441334782016-06-22T01:48:00.000-04:002016-06-22T01:48:18.412-04:00Eno Bull Photography Website!<div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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But as I said: announcements. One of the things on my 5 year Plan has come to fruition. Finally after years of photography, I've finally put together a website to showcase my work. </div>
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It took some time because I'm not very tech savvy and I wanted it done right. I'm well aware of all the sites you can visit that are easy to use so that you can create your own website. But I didn't want any of that. I wanted a person who is well versed in the field of web design to take my ideas and bring them into reality. </div>
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So I sourced my boy Havi! The dude is nasty with anything computer related. </div>
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Prior to coming to him all I had was a photography blog (Tumblr) and while I purchased a domain name and the whole 9, well let's be honest a blog is not necessarily a website, at least not the way I wanted it. </div>
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So I linked with my boy, gave him a few references to use as a blueprint for what I wanted and within a few weeks it was done. He's just like me in the sense that all he needs is a basic idea to run with and then he spread the wings of his creativity. </div>
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When I sat down with him to see the final product it was more beautiful than I envisioned. </div>
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I am a huge fan of simplicity. And simplicity is what I got with the layout of my site. </div>
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A few tabs to showcase my work, my bio and of course a contact page. </div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">My </span><span style="color: red;">Portfolio</span><span style="color: #222222;"> which showcases my somewhat different styles of shooting: Lifestyle, Editorial, Portraits, and Fashion. </span></div>
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All with my favorites of the style highlighted in the folders. </div>
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<span style="color: red;">About</span><span style="color: #222222;"> which is simply a short bio of myself with a little bit of history, the self explanatory </span><span style="color: red;">Contact </span><span style="color: #222222;">page. We even incorporated my aforementioned </span><span style="color: red;">Blog</span><span style="color: #222222;"> which I love because it allows me to post images without having to follow any rules. Rules that I set myself of course but still rules. </span></div>
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So on the blog section I like to break down the details of the shoot. Who I worked with, what it felt like that day while shooting, etc. etc. and I put up about 6-8 edits from that shoot. Whereas on the site in the portfolios I only post one image from the shoot so as to keep it clean. </div>
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So if and when you get a chance, be sure to swing by. Let me know what you think and book your next shoot with me via the contacts page!! Lol</div>
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Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-62408146526643950952016-02-09T12:01:00.000-05:002016-02-09T12:01:18.712-05:0020 YearsThe other day a co worker (an older lady) said something along the lines of: you have to be at a job for at least 20 years.... I literally cringed!!<br />
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Now first and foremost allow me to say that I truly respect anyone who can hold a job that long. Lord knows my mother is one of those people. It is extremely admirable and it shows a level of commitment if not content to something. And that speaks volumes to ones character.<br />
However, 20 years of my life is something that I am NOT willing to give to even the idea of employment to someone/anyone else.<br />
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I know myself too well, the longest I've ever been able to keep a job was almost 2 years and I threatened to quit that job every single Monday that I worked there. Thank God for Zairah for keeping me there.<br />
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And it's not that I'm above work, it's not that I wanna be a deadbeat bum. Nah, it nothing like that. The reality of it is, I'm an artist at heart. Creativity is what drives me. I have an entrepreneurial spirit and I so desire to work for myself. Make money off my passions whatever they may be.<br />
I wasn't born to work 40 hours a week behind a desk at a job that I hate. In fact none of us were. But some of us can deal with it (those who have given their job 20 years) better than others.<br />
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We live in an era where you can almost make money of off anything. And while that may not be something to hang your hat on, I know I'd rather 5 short years of success on my own than a life time of employment to anyone else.<br />
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Again this is not an insult to anyone who has had their job for 20, 30, 40 years, in fact I commend you! Further more it's refreshing to know that, that kind of job security still exists. Much respect to all of you.<br />
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As for those of you who are like me; those of you who are creative and can't be tied down to anything that doesn't set you free. The ones who have leaped and taken the chance to make it on your own much respect to you as well. I wish you all the luck in all your endeavors.<br />
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Stay up and Stay Tuned!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-56694948295854642832016-01-07T23:42:00.000-05:002016-01-07T23:42:03.354-05:00New BeginningsBull Penners!!<br />
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I can't imagine there's many of you left . And I don't blame those of you who have stepped away. The neglect I've treated my blog with is surely enough to drive me away as well. Lol.<br />
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But trust me folks, I am still blogging. However these days the posts aren't having the best luck leaving the note pad in my phone and finding their ways on to the pages of this blog. <br />
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However, I do have a few topics I want to share with you and I plan to throughout the course of the next couple of weeks. Needless to say, life has become a little more full than it has been in many years. I'm a dad now above all else (But I won't bore you with stories of fatherhood just yet because that's what FFZ is for) and I work an evening shift. In fact I'm blogging from work now. And I cannot tell you how strange it feels to be typing on an actual keyboard in front of a computer screen! Lol.<br />
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And I'm siure my supervisor is 10 feet behind me thinking "WTF is this nigga not working!?" Lmao. But it's almost 11pm. And 11pm is "Mentally clock out and Pretend to work" hour!<br />
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Anyway, I wanted to give ya a mini topic that has been on my mind for the passed couple of months. That topic ois progression.<br />
One thing I NEVER do is make a New Year resolution. Mainly it's because I'm a proud under achiever. But it's also because I feel you shouldn't have to wait for the new year to arrive to start making changes. I mean, think about it, its October and you think to yourself "Come January, I'm gonna...." and then you die in November. Lord forbid of course, but you get my drift. However, I've always understood the concept. Understanding it didn't mean I was gonna do it though. Altough I did realize that my life needed a few changes for the better. So one thing I did do a few months ago, for the first time was write out a '5 Year plan.' Lol.<br />
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I laugh because as I'm writing this I'm realizing how much I've grown... I mean I JUST mentioned being an under achiever, and believe me I still am, but I see nopw that I can be an under achieber and still strive for something. In my case, the something in question is a better life for me and my family.<br />
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So I wrote out the 5 year plan. I'd heard people mention having one before and other suggesting that I should make one too and I never did because..... Again, under achiever. Lol<br />
But one thing I know well about myself is: I do things when III want to do them, not when someone else tells me I should or suggests I should.<br />
So, to be honest, I dodn't even remember when I worte the list out, but believe me when I tell you, having a goal(s) (especially written ones) really makes you want to achieve em. I hate cliches, but it's true. I mean shit, even Hov said it on "Anything" --"Set goals and you can achieve em." That nigga wasn't lying! Lol.<br />
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I put eight things on the list, and without even puttin forth much effort I accomplished two of them within the first 2 or 3 months. By month 6 I had crossed another off the list and just today I had a conversation with a friend who shares a similar interest and has a similar plan and just like that: the 4th thing is sure to be crossed off the list. I don't want to count my chickens early so I won't I'm only saying all of that to say that I am making slow progress, but I'm making progress nonetheless.<br />
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You'r probably wondering what the things on the list are, but another thing I've learned is to speak less and do more. Less announcement and more moves I believe is what Fabolous said! Lol.<br />
Safe to say I've still been listenig to too much Hip-Hop.<br />
No but seriously, I've felt myself accomplishing more in this passed year than I have in the passed 10. I know a big portion of it is the fact that I have a daughter now. I am the head of a family and that is thee most important factor of my life. Providing for them comes second to none.<br />
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I've also managed to start falling in love all over again.... With photography. Most may not know but I had a prime Lens on my primary camera that broke in December of last year. Due to financial issues and something always "Coming up" it took me an entire year to get it back but I got it back and I'm rolling again! I also bought a second hand 35mm film camera. A Canon AE-1 Program. I am now embarking on the same journey just taking a different route and the excitement I'm feeling is unmatched.<br />
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When its all said and done its safe to say that right now: Life is good. I'm enjoying every bit of my slow progress, I can't wait to knock more things off my list, add more, and just enjoy the ride!<br />
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For those of you who are still here with me, Thank You! I will have more topics to share and discuss in the upcoming weeks and months. For those of you who are done here, sorry.. Lol. But I'm still here and will be here for a while longer.<br />
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Stay Up and Stay TunedEno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-14135887657521502882015-09-06T15:12:00.001-04:002015-09-06T15:12:46.262-04:00I used to be Tough<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I used to be Tough</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">"Yo I was scared of you, I would see you in the hallways and I swore that if I said the wrong thing to you I would get slapped"</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-Rebeca Moore</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Son! What has happened to the Bull!? Lol</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">What's going on ya? That quote is from a girl I was good friends with in High School and college. It was in reference to my demeanor. She's since seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth though. So if you see her or know where she may be tell her Eno said hello.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So the other day Buddy tagged me in this post.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The caption was something along the lines of "When you used to be tough but now you're a father" I laughed harder than.... I don't know what! I laughed because of the accuracy b! Lmao.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Check this out right: the quote you just read is only one of the many that I've heard in my day. I was always told I looked like I was going to slap someone, or was always told I need to smile and "Fix my Face" but what people failed to realize is that I was walking around with this screw face on purpose. I called it my "Outdoor Face" and I feel it protected me from a lot. Niggas handing out mixtapes, missionaries trying to get me to donate to some organization, people asking me for the time. You know, the bullshit!</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">However I think I might of lost some of that edge ever since Zairah was born. These days I'm smiling more, making silly ass baby voices and laughing at small shit. I think having a daughter has made me more inviting to people and I hate it. Lol</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Case in point the other day at work, 3 completely different strangers felt comfortable enough with me to share life stories with me. I couldn't figure it out til I really stopped and thought about it. "Nigga you smiling at em, why wouldn't they stop and tell you about the last time they had to wait for the elevator!?" I was disgusted with myself. Lmao. Don't get me wrong I actually am a happy person and I always have been. Life is good! However I've made it this far because of my "Outdoor Face" it's kept strangers a little passed arms length and has served as a barrier between me and whatever sucker who felt he might want to test me. And it always worked. In fact I have a co-worker and good friend Bennie. Any time Bennie would see me in the hallway or coming back to the floor at work he would ask me "you ok man?" And I would reply "yeah why? What happened?" And he would proceed to tell me that I looked angry or like I wanted to kill someone. He hasn't asked me if I'm ok in reference to a mean look on my face in months. Lol</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Nah G! I gotta get my ice grill back to what it was. I must be listening to too much Justin Timberlake and not enough Wu-Tang! But I'm about to bring back the mother fuckin ruckus! Tiger style! Lol</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So what is it? I mean like I said Life is Good b. Maybe at some point I told myself out loud and just started smiling and laughing and making people think I'm some sweet ass Santa Clause type nigga. Maybe it's my job, you know how it is at work, they always want you smiling and making others comfortable. And to that I say "Fuck outta here, Fam!" Lol. Or maybe having a beautiful daughter has just softened me up! But how the hell am I supposed to put the fear of God in little boys with a smile on my face?</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So last night Buddy asked if I had a black bandana or if I still had my prop gun. I looked at him with shame in my eyes. "Nah man, I ain't got none of that shit no more. I'm a father now b. I got rattles and a rubber ducky if you need it, but I need em back before bath time tomorrow. I'm a father now g!" We both laughed so hard! Damn son, I'm a father now. I used to be tough........</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Lol! So I hereby vow to get back my "Outdoor Face" everyone from hoes to doctors will feel like they'll catch 5 hot fingers to the face if they even lock eyes with me. I'm gonna be tougher than Ving Rhames in those ADT commercials. Put a lil more bass in my voice and walk just a little bit stronger! No more jolly fat boy with the pillsbury dough boy laugh! Straight Thug Life nigga! Lol. Only those who know me personally will see the me for the gentle giant that I truly am.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So if you see me in the street, go the other way you heard. I ain't as friendly as you think! Lol</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Peace.</span>Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-49536907048447122752015-08-12T21:59:00.006-04:002015-08-12T21:59:41.858-04:00You Lost One<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Bull Penners what's been up since we've last spoken!? I know it's been a while and I have no words other than sorry. Life has been happening around me and I've had very little time to document anything aside from Instagram lol.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But I digress. If you've been on Facebook lately than you've seen the new feature where it gives you your post this day in the past. Personally, I love the feature. It shows you how much you've grown and how you thought in the past as apposed to now. The feature also gives you old pictures that you posted., and that is where this blog post begins. Lol</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Today a picture of an old friend of my brothers came up on the feed. He's an old friend for reason I feel I have no right to discuss (I don't share or spread other people's personal affairs) but it did remind me of the times when he was around. Needless to say he became my friend as well. Due to loyalty to my brother however we are no longer in contact.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">That reminded me however, of "friends" that I've lost in my life. And by lost I don't mean friends who have died but..... I'll explain.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I remember a time when my mom told me something along the lines of "You're real funny with your friends" and she didn't mean it like Ha-Ha, comedian funny. She wasn't lying but let me tell my side of things.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Naturally we outgrow our friends, don't we. The earliest friend (that wasn't blood related) that I could remember was Cory. Now, as I'm writing this I realize that Cory was the exact opposite of me. Lol. He was tall. slim. athletic, got excellent grades and was a serious ladies man! And this was all before 6th grade. I honestly can't remember what brought us together as friends but me being a great judge of character (even back then) I knew he was cool. I was right and from 5th grade (when I transferred to St. Joseph School-where he already was) til a bit passed 8th we were as they say 2 peas in a pod. We had the that usual elementary best friend relationship: "Did you see (girls name here) butt in her skirt today!?" "I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow" "Yo, did you see that game!?" "Look what I drew last night" "My mom said you can come over, bring (video game title here) I'm gonna bust ya ass this time" you know the usual.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But by high school we slowly began to drift apart as some friends do. We did what we could to maintain a friendship but you know how it goes. You're in high school and your focus changes from Playstation and Cartoons to Girls and their body parts! Lmao. Although to be honest I can remember being a little girl-crazy pervert at the age of 7 (first grade) and being completely infatuated with them by the time I was 11. Guess there's no wonder why I had a daughter. Dear God, please take it easy on me! Lol</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But any attempt to maintain a friendship with my homie was mostly catching up and comparing stories of High School life. Somewhere along the lines tho the communication slowed down and before you knew it we just didn't speak anymore.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But Truthfully if Cory were to resurface and find his way to my doorstep today I would still welcome him with open arms and attempt to catch up!</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And then there was another friend (who shall remain nameless-because no sucker I no longer rock with will earn any shine off me. Lol)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The other "friend" was one I met through Cory. Similar interests is what brought us all together. The other friend was the leach type. Would show up to my house before me, would invite himself to everything and naturally we just got cool. He was in my class so I already knew him we just weren't friends til Cory brought him around.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">So I would say around the same time me and Cory were communicating a little less the other friend was beginning his Anti-Eno slander campaign with everyone from my neighbor (a girl we all hung out with who lived downstairs from me) to even Cory. Behind my back this guy started talking shit about me and I swear I NEVER did anything for him to feel any kind of negative way towards me. Believe me, if I did I would admit to it.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I confronted him about the situation and of course he denied it. However I confirmed with a few other people and sure enough when I confronted him about it again it resulted in coming dangerously close to a fist fight that my mom had to break up (Lucky him) lol.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">It took some time for me to realize that he was never a friend. Hence the quotation marks. But it comes back to my moms words. Me being funny with friends.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But it's not so much that I'm funny it's more so that since a young age I've been able to live my life without depending on friendship from anyone. I mean think about it: I come from a family of damn near 120 people maybe even more. I have 5 handfuls of cousins make and female, my age, older and younger. I'm blessed. I don't need friends. And I know that may sound cruel but it's the Gods honest truth. I am grateful for every single friend I have and to those friends I say to you: if I consider you a friend I damn near consider you family. Wether I contact you every day or just see you on the next hangout, if you are a friend you are appreciated.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">It's like they say though: we outgrow our friends, the people in your life are seasons and we all know that the seasons change.</span></span><br />
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Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-65679633154058503892015-07-06T22:59:00.001-04:002015-07-06T22:59:19.354-04:00Selfish Part 2<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">When do you decide to be more selfish? When do you think to yourself fuck him/her, fuck that I'm going for mine.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I ask because there's something I want that (actually doesn't belong to anyone but) technically belongs to someone else.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I personally feel that I am a better fit for said something however I haven't got the slightest idea as to how to go about making it mine. I don't want to steal it, but maybe I do.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Which again raises the question, when do I decide to be more selfish!?</span></span>Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-50168879111002911172015-07-06T22:58:00.002-04:002015-07-06T22:58:38.070-04:00Selfish Part 1<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I remember a conversation I had in which I was told that the word 'selfish' was widely misunderstood.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Yes, it can have a negative meaning, however upon further review it simply means to put ones self first or before others.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I myself am slowly learning to be more selfish, to put myself and my concerns before those of others. The reality of it is: if we aren't concerned for ourselves no one else will be. And if we don't do for ourselves we can't do for others.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Does that make sense?</span></span>Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-36532118063151380962015-06-27T23:55:00.004-04:002015-06-27T23:55:57.714-04:00Where Do I Stand?<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">What's going on Bull Penners!?</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I know it's been so long since I posted anything. It's almost safe to say that I don't post anymore. Truth of the matter is my adult life has left me with very little time to document unless it's my babies blog or InstaGram. Lol</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But I'm here and I've had things in mind worth writing about.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">More recently it's been the subject or the question rather of being happy. Are you wondering what I mean? Well I'll tell you: I was 18 years old when I first asked myself "What is my purpose in life? Why am I here?" (in fact I might have even written about it) and while I doubt I've yet to find the answer to that question, I do feel I've gotten closer to a meaning/answer.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I truly believe there is no point in asking the question but rather simply live and find happiness or die trying.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I like to think that I am a happy person and I don't believe in stress or whatever else. Granted we all encounter stress and we all have moments when we can't take the pressures of life, but even with all that I try to smile through the bullshit.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">These passed couple of weeks however I've been wondering if I've been putting my own happiness above anyone else's? Am I living a life where I'm happy? On first thought the answer is yes. I have my daughter who I love more than life it's self, a girlfriend who loves me like cooked food and the air in my lungs. What more could I ask for?</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But I remain inquisitive. I believe that in making others happy (which I try to do often) you can easily lose yourself and become..... Not so happy.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Example: there's something out there that I want, and I've been reluctant to reach out and go all the way in my pursuit for fear of stepping on someone else's toes so to speak. Should it be that way? If I feel that acquiring this thing will make me happy, should I a give a flyin' ish about anyone else's toes? Should I be more selfish? Lol. A lot of questions I know. And I don't expect anyone to answer them for me. But I am starting to think that worrying about said toes are a form of making someone else happy while feeling like I myself could be happier.</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I've reached the part of my writing I always reach. That point where it's just a little unclear where the point is going. So I bring it back with another question: do I let go of this desire, or do I say "fuck it, I'm going for mine!"? I want to tell you I'm going for mine hopefully next time we meet I can tell you I did.....</span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Peace!</span></span>Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-23912763742266002652014-09-07T19:53:00.001-04:002014-09-07T19:55:20.988-04:00Daddy to Be...What's going on Bull Penners!?<br />
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First and foremost, please accept my apology for the lack of posts in the past couple of months! Honestly I have not been motivated enough to blog much. Partially because I have been trying to actually live my life away from a screen and keyboard and partially because I've been dealing with anything worth writing about on my own rather than venting through my blog. Did that make sense?<br />
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However, I'm pretty sure inspiration will come back in full force in a few months seeing as how your boy is now a father to be!<br />
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Yes, you heard and read that right. Antoinette and I are now expecting parents of a little baby girl.<br />
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I've been going back and forth trying to decide wether I was going to continue to use this same blog to document this new chapter of my life or wether I was going to start a whole new one... After a small poll on Facebook and my own thoughts I decided that I will start a whole new blog. Don't worry, this does not however, mean that this one will be thrown in the trash! So many of you have been here with me since day one and I wouldn't just leave you hanging like that! I will still use this blog to vent when I need to or to discuss current events in that pattented Eno Bull tone. The new blog which you might even consider a sub blog is simply a separate page dedicated solely to my daughter. In fact it will even be written in letter form addressed only to her. This of course does not mean you can't read it, in fact I'm posting this particular post to share the link with you.<br />
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So this is not a goodbye to the BullPen, it will always be here for you guys, just wanted to share that it will be expanding by way of Blog for my baby! Like my boy Will said: From BullPen to PlayPen! Lmao.<br />
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With that said, Tha BullPen presents to you: <a href="http://forzairah.blogspot.com/">Forever For Zairah</a><br />
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Hope ya follow my new chapter in life, fatherhood.<br />
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Peace.<br />
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P.S. If you do not want to bookmark the blog but you want to follow it, the link will always be on the menu bar to the <<<< left right under my posts archives.Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-65614237353400063622014-06-17T22:43:00.004-04:002014-06-17T22:43:56.893-04:00Meet Pam Grier aka Charlene<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yaoooooow! So if you know me then you know I've been a guy who loves cars since day 1!<br />
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As a kid I always wanted to be in the drivers seat, so much that I remember a time that my father was doing something with his car, cleaning it or working under the hood or something. I found myself in the drivers seat while he wasn't looking and I put the car in drive while it was on a downward hill lol!<br />
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Looking back you'd think it would have traumatized me, considering I never heard my dad scream my name with such fear and concern as he ran alongside the car before he could cleanly jump in it to stop it before it reached the intersection. But nope, it only fueled my love for being in the drivers seat.<br />
Fast forward to when I turned 13, that was the first time my dad officially let me drive. I remember he let me park the car in front of the building we lived in. It was no biggie, but I knocked it out on my first shot and I felt like a big deal. Lol.<br />
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I say all that to say, I should have had a my first car such a long time ago considering how much I've always loved em. Countless magazines and websites and car shows on tv have consumed so much of my time that it's a wonder I never drove my own car home. But an addiction to sneakers and lack of $50k for your dream car will do that! Lol<br />
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Regardless of the facts, I always told myself that if my first car wasn't going to be a 1964 Chevy Impala, it was going to have to be a BMW! Preferably an 80's era one, but almost anything with a roundel (BMW emblem) would suffice.<br />
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So about a year and a half ago, a friend of mine (who has chosen to remain nameless) bought this beauty that you see here... I damn near Jizzed my pants when I saw it. He told me back then, "I Know I'm gonna sell it eventually so just have you're money ready when I call you." The car has been in the back of my mind ever since.<br />
My ultimate dream car has been a lowrider since High School, but realistically speaking I'm in no position to throw all that money into a 50 year old car just because. And above that BMW has always been my favorite make. I can remember being 9 or 10 years old and telling my brother he was a fool for liking Mercedes! BMW was and still is where it's at! No disrespect to anyone in a Benz, cause lord knows they mean. So I was always a Bimmer guy and like I said I knew my first car had to be the german classic.<br />
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So about a week and a half ago my friend hit me up and told me he was finally selling the car! My excitement could not be masked. I was so happy to hear he was parting with it that I damn near wired him the money lol.<br />
It has it's fair share of problems but it's all minor things. Plus I plan on making it my project car anyway. I have big dreams for my first car, it's all about stance.<br />
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So when my friend told me what he/she was selling it for I was left with no choice but to head out to meet him/her and take it for a test drive.... Truthfully I just wanted to drive it, because I knew that I would buy it regardless of almost anything.<br />
After a test drive with my pops I knew this car would be coming home with me that same week. Sure enough, on June, Friday the 13th, I met with him/her handed over the cash and was handed back a title and a BMW key.<br />
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I drove it home that day in the rain with a grin on my face that you couldn't wipe off with bleach!<br />
I went to my cousins house to show it to him and tell him how excited I was that I finally owned a car. That was after I went to fill up for the first time and before I went to the McDonald's drive thru to get my girl something to eat.<br />
The next day I drove it to IHOP and then gave it it's first car was while in my possession! You know all the things a man does with his first car within the first couple of hours of owning it. Needless to say I was geeked!<br />
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So on the 1st of May my cousin in laws got married in Long Island. It was a beautiful weddin'. Stan and Pia tied the knot in front of all their family and friends in what turned out to be an amazing reception.<br />
Shortly after, we all headed back to Brooklyn where my cousin in law Danny had his beautiful 2004 Audi A4 wagon!<br />
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Danny has been a car guy for basically what seems to be all his life Lol. And if you know me, then you know that cars were my love before sneakers, and probably even music. However me being a car guy quickly became over shadowed by my infatuation with having as many sneakers as one man could possibly collect. On top of that, there were more sneaker heads around me than there was car guys. So naturally I've never owned a car although with the sneaker collection(s) I have/have had, I could have bought 3 cars by now lol.</div>
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I say all that to say, that I'm so glad I met Danny to bring me closer into the world of cars like I've wanted for so long! </div>
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So in 04 Danny went and bought what a few guys at the Audi dealership called a "Grandma Car" Lol. But like it's been said, you either like wagons or you don't! Danny, obviously does..... And can you blame him. Look at this bad boy! Personally, I don't care for every wagon, but I can remember seeing a BMW wagon on my block every once in a while a few yours back. It belonged to one of the drug dealers or something! But after seeing this one I was sold! I told myself "I gotta join my homie in the wagon game!" Naturally being the impressionable guy I am the hunt for a BMW 5-Series Touring (Wagon) began! </div>
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So Danny has been working on the car for as long as he's had it. Like he said, "You're never done modding your car!" To me that's what makes it all a form of art. He's dropped it significantly and is still going down to one inch. When I first saw the car close to a year ago it was sitting on a different set of wheels. But now it's on a set of ESM wheels. A new company that he told me he was trying out. A good choice! He locked down a set of 19" 2 piece wheels with the step lips wrapped in stretched tires giving it that sexy look right under the fenders and wheel wells.</div>
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Alongside the wheels, the homie modded and upgraded the brake pads and the rotors. He also added a stereo system that would make the average big name producer run and hide from the noise! </div>
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As for the other subtleties he personally painted a black strip in the back that separates the trunk lid from the bumper and he's currently looking to switch the front lip... Very subtle but all excellent mods!</div>
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All in all, the Audi is a a beautiful machine! Runs like a dream, and snapping photos of it doesn't even begin to contest with actually riding in it! My cousin in law who will be there every step of the way as I modify my own car has build a beautiful machine! </div>
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In my opinion there was no one more fit to bring me into the car game! Thanks a mil Danny, can't wait to get started on my own so that it looks as good sitting next to yours! </div>
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So my first <a href="http://thabullpen.blogspot.com/2013/11/nike-lebron-xis-sneaker-review.html">sneaker review on the Lebron XI's</a> did pretty well. A few people hit me up behind the scenes to let me know they enjoyed the post and I just wanna give a quick shout out to them!<br />
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On Tuesday after a few failed attempts at owning a pair, I finally got my hands on the new Kobe IX Elites.<br />
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Little background: I saw these for the first time about 2 or 3 months ago when word surfaced that Nike would be releasing a "Prelude Pack." The pack consisted of all the Kobe signature Nike kicks from 1-8 all leading up to the new release, the Kobe 9 Elite! Now if you know me, you know I hate Kobe and I don't care who feels a way about that! Lol. However I did like a few of the sneakers releasing in the pack, the Prelude 1's above all others. But if you know the sneaker game then you know how hard it was to get your hands on any of the releases, and for $1,300.00 you can tell Flight Club to chill.</div>
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Anyway... Initially when I saw the images for the 9's I fell in love. I think, lol. I say that because I feel under any other circumstances this particular style of sneakers would not be my cup of tea... I mean look at them, they look like some hybrid of basketball sneakers and boxing boots! </div>
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But, once again, (in my opinion) Nike knocked another one out the park baby! With the help of Eric Avar (lead designer) of course. Something about these sneakers called me, could have been the allure of the colors, the height of the sneaker which reminds me of the Air Mags which I've been in love with since 1990. Or maybe it was the stories behind the colorways.</div>
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In my research I learned that he drew inspiration from various people places and things to come up with the colors. He drew inspiration from Michael Jackson all the way to the city of Los Angeles.</div>
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This blue pair in particular, the "Perspectives" which is what hey have been named was inspired by Picasso's Blue period. The 3 year period where the artist painted things in all different shades of blue and blue-green. Initially I did not care for the colorway, but after hearing what they were inspired by it made sense to me and I literally felt that I HAD to have them.</div>
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So seeing as how finding the "MasterPiece" (the ones I wanted most) or the "Inspiration" (the ones I liked and was willing to settle for) proved too difficult, I had given up hope on finding the "Perspectives" until a walk up Fordham Rd with my boy Penny changed that. We walked passed the Fordham Foot Locker and my boy Penny said to me "Look, they still have the kicks you want." I inquired about them and the guy on the floor told me that they only had sz. 10.5 and 11 left. I almost gave up hope again until Penny said "try em anyway man, you never know!" I did just that. I tried on the 10.5 and I felt like I had just put on Cinderella's glass slipper! Lol. Yes I am a 9.5, but with flat feet and Nike's new shoes being smaller or bigger or whatever, 10.5 worked best for me.</div>
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I couldn't believe how comfortable and light they felt on my feet. I'm sure that this is due to the fact that Eric Avar's design introduced flyknit to a basketball sneaker for the first time. Nike also featured their latest technology such as flywire and lunar soles making it the most comfortable sneaker I've worn since the Lebron XI's.<br />
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The red stripes featured on the heel of the sneaker represent the stitches on Kobe's heel from his surgery, His logo is featured prominently on the front of the tongue along with some very cool pattern stitching.<br />
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The sole once again, similar to the Lebrons is it's own sneaker all together. An inch and a half or so ithick sole with Kobe's name on the back and is very comfortable on the foot. All in all, I must say it is an amazing sneaker. I love the silhouette and the colors are in my opinion very unique and vibrant in person!<br />
I'm very proud of my purchase even tho I'm not huge of paying more than $200 for kicks. Yes retail for these bad boys are $225.00 so dig deep in those pockets if you're trying to cop!<br />
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I of course will NOT be balling in these lol. But for those of you who will and want a more performance based review check out my homie Alex's post/review on the shoe <a href="http://zarosports.com/2014/03/14/kobe-9-sneaker-review/">HERE:</a> And of course thanks to Alex and the Team over at Zaro Sports for the collaboration! Follow them!</div>
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Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-51276021388428427262014-02-10T17:08:00.003-05:002014-02-10T17:15:34.640-05:00The GodsPreface:<br />
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Peace to all the gods and the earths<br />
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Allow me to open this one up with a joke, borrowed from the movie "Pursuit of Happyness." You may have heard of it.<br />
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"One day a man was drownding in the water, and a boat came by and said, 'Do you need any help' and the man said 'No thank you, God will save me' and then another boat came by and asked 'do you need any help?' 'No thank you, God will save me' Then he drowned and he went to heaven. And he asked God 'God, why didn't you save me?' and then God said "I Sent you 2 big boats you dummy!" Lol<br />
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That's a joke as told by a 5 year old.<br />
Now that we've gotten the funny out of the way, let's talk.<br />
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For those of you who do not know I was raised in a hispanic family which for as long as I can remember has always been religious. No Jesus freaks on our side thank God, but still God fearing. My mom has always been a firm believer in God, she took us to church every Sunday for a few years while we were kids. I've got a few aunts who do not miss a mass, be it Saturday or Sunday. For the most part my cousins, my brother and myself were all sent to Private/Catholic school, where we wore uniform, learned about the bible, church, learned how to pray and of course were introduced to God.<br />
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So naturally, like billions of others I am catholic by way of upbringing. Remember when I said <a href="http://thabullpen.blogspot.com/search?q=atheist">I am not an atheist, however I can understand where they come from</a>? Well That's still true. I am still not an atheist, but the older I get and the more I go through the more I work on reinforcing my faith, all while gaining a deeper understanding of atheists.<br />
So fast forward to a few weeks ago, I was driving around and I must have heard something on the radio that triggered my mind to start running. (I'm literally thinking all freakin day, of so many random things, some pointless, some funny, some serious etc. So it doesn't take much to trigger it) So the subject that came to mind was God. And I started to think of how much people put on him, or her if you're a feminist of some sort. "God, help me with this" "God be with me on this" "Thank God" "For God's Sake" "Oh my God" etc. etc. Nothing wrong with it I guess, but my problem is people treating God like some sort of magical fairy without actually putting in any work of their own. Or even worse, blaming God for things that mankind has obviously done.<br />
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Like this morning. I was giving my mom a ride to work and I began to complain about the snow. For a little over five or six years now, I've been thinking that the snow is man made. No, I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I do tend to think about certain things. Like, how is it that sometimes, it's mid March and it still snows? Or better yet, how the hell is it that there's snow in Atlanta? ATLANTA!? The south! But whatever, that's a whole different post all together. I tell my mom, "I think all this annoying ass snow is man made." To which she responds, "You sound like these crazy people" and by crazy people she meant conspiracy theorist. So I began to explain myself and she gave me a typical, hispanic, catholic mother cop out response. "Only God knows. If he gave people the intelligence to come up with weather control, than it is in his power to just make them stop!"<br />
I laughed it off and left it alone. I mean, theres no way I'm going to convince a woman in her 50's of anything that she doesn't want to be convinced of. But it did inspire this post. It's that kind of response that tends to bother me a bit. It's okay to pray for better days, it's perfectly okay to believe in a higher power, regardless of what you call it. However, I feel that some things should be blamed on man and not the higher power you believe in.<br />
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To say that God gave people the intelligence to come up with weather control is no different than a person claiming insanity at the moment that they decided to kill someone. "The voices in my head told me to do it. I went crazy!" That's no different than a 4 year old sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar and blaming it on his/her imaginary friend. Feel me?<br />
It bothered me because it reminds me of people who claim to pray, but then don't work. You see a prayer is an assist.<br />
Let me explain how an assist works. See in basketball, when Rajon Rondo is running out of options to score, he finds the open man who is sometimes already making his way to the basket. Rondo passes the ball to his teammate and that point it's out of his control what happens. When his teammate receives the ball and shoots it, dunks it, or lays it up for the two points it is recorded as an assist for Rondo's stat sheet! Good work Rondo!<br />
Still need me to break it down further? Well check this scenario: You and ya best friend Mike are going out. Mike will be meeting some girl there when ya arrive. Now you thinking, "well damn, imma be the only loser by myself?" So Mike takes pity on ya ass and makes sure to make a call and tell whoever he'll be meeting "Hey, bring a friend for my nigga Rob" and just like that, Rob too has a date for the night. However, no different than in basketball, Rob still has to put in work after Mike gives him the assist! Make sense?<br />
Ok, good, so then in this case you have to consider the big man upstairs your teammate. He'll give you the assist, but you still have to get passed whatever defender is in front of you to score. He'll give you the assist, but if you wanna see what shorty look like under her clothes you gotta be the one to put in that work to get her number and create a relationship! Feel me? No man has ever prayed for a million dollars and went back to bed! No! He prayed and got his ass up and went to work to do whatever it is that he had to do to get that money.<br />
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No single woman prays to find a man and then stays in on Friday night without so much as checking her Facebook feeds! No! She prays and then she gets her ass up and tells her friend Rachel "We bar hopping tonight!"<br />
This has always been my problem with religion. To so many, so many times it is used as a cop out or as an excuse. How many wars have been fought in God's name? And how many times has he been blamed for the mistakes you made? Seriously, as people with free will it's important to start taking responsibilities for our own actions. Be your own god.<br />
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Remember the ancient Egyptians? Or the Mayans or any civilization of people that existed before Christ? They had gods (plural.) They believed that there was a god of EVERYTHING. One god brought out the sun each morning and another the moon each night. One god was the god of war, another the god of victory. One was the god of the ocean and another was the god of whatever else. We look back on those civilizations now and probably think, "how foolish." Well I feel that's how foolish one sounds when accrediting every single aspect of life to God and none to mankind, good or bad.<br />
In my travels I have met two men who are 5%ers (If you do not know what that is, I suggest you do your research.) They believe that every man is his own god. That we should do well for ourselves and our fellow man and that every man is a part of God's whole body! <span style="color: red;">A</span>rm <span style="color: red;">L</span>eg <span style="color: red;">L</span>eg <span style="color: red;">A</span>rm <span style="color: red;">H</span>ead. < Get it, see what the highlighted letter spell out? For so long this is what I've felt religion should be. A guide to living a better life, not a means to judge and prosecute. Do good, live good and help other do good as well. BE YOUR OWN GOD. Have your belief in a higher power if you must, but have some of that higher power within yourself.<br />
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I'll never forget the day in religion class, freshman year in Mr. Fellicisimo's class where he explained to us that it is important to have God in our lives, however it is more important not to think that EVERYTHING is God. That tree outside of your window, while it may be God's work it is not God himself. The car you drive, the home you live in, the talents you have. You may have gotten the strength to work hard enough to afford those things through God, but they themselves are not God.<br />
It's ok to take responsibility for the things you do! If he is a fair and just God like I've been taught, then he has no problem with this. Think for yourselves.<br />
Understand like the joke in the opening of this post, it is important to see God's work in front of you and not expect some sort of fairy tale miracle. Sometimes the answer to your prayers come in the form of a boat while you're drowning.<br />
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As for me, I have my faith and I am a believer in God for reason I feel don't need to be shared. But I don't use my God as a cop out. If I don't understand something, I try my hardest to do whatever research necessary to figure it out. Not blindly say "I leave it in your hands."<br />
Don't use God as a cop out. God Bless!<br />
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Stay Up and Stay Tuned!<!------>Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-79867579544052388102014-01-23T14:11:00.003-05:002014-01-23T14:17:11.430-05:00Sittin on Other People's Cars!"CAUSE THE DEVIL IS A LIIIIIIE!"<br />
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Lol! Don't judge me, I'm listening to Rosay! Lol<br />
If you know me, then you know one of the very first things I fell in love with, before Photography, before Music, before anything, it was cars!<br />
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So Out of borden, I present to you, "Sittin on other people's Cars!" who knows I might even make this a real series! (Excuse the quality, most were taken with a camera phone)<br />
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Since Tadpoles baby!</div>
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Me and my Young'n Rudy, leanin up on pops'</div>
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84' Honda Accord Hatchback! Stylin!</div>
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Bronx, 1997?</div>
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Dreads and a Sidekick in hand!</div>
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You see the Bentley Continental GT tho!</div>
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Here I am on my man Penny's FX35</div>
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Shit mean in the Streets!</div>
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You see me posin with it like it's mine! Lol</div>
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Findin the Path!</div>
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Bronx, 2012</div>
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Stylin on my girls 2011 Sonata!</div>
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You see me nigga!</div>
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Bronx, 2013</div>
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Bronx, 2013</div>
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Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-2359325963393485522014-01-05T22:01:00.001-05:002014-01-05T22:01:09.109-05:00Hip-Hop 101Whats's going on Bull Penners?<br />
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How's life treat in ya!? Ayything good on my side lol!<br />
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So I just got home from watching "The Wolf of Wall Street" and as always, Leonardo failed to disappoint! Great fuckin movie. I recommend you go see it. It's the story that every business man, drug dealer and ambitious person should go and see. But I'm not here to write a review on a movie, as the title might have given away!<br />
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Coming home from the movies as always, my iPod was hooked up and my mind began to run like a hamster wheel! One of my FAVORITE songs, from one of my favorite artist of the last decade came on! "What song?" you ask... "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obBpfSzgxIE">I still Wana" By Pusha T Feat. Rick Ross and Ab-Liva</a>! Holy Shit, that song makes me wanna go pick up a Kilo, bring it home, break it down, bag it up and hit the streets like Jesse Pinkman on a mission to get his house back!! Lol.<br />
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But this is not about my Hustler's Ambition.... No, in fact it's Deeper than Rap. Literally. See as the song was playing I remembered my aunt's judgmental tone when she got in my car a few months back when she asked me "So.... You consider this music?" My response? "Indeed I do!" and put the volume back up!<br />
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You see, what a lot of people don't realize is, music is Art. Just because you speak english, doesn't mean you can listen to Hip-Hop song and fully understand what the artist is talking about. Just like you can't think you're fit to step in a boxing ring because you know how to throw a punch.<br />
There's so much going on in a Da Vinci painting that looking at it once with a naked un trained eye would be sure fire way to miss 70% of the content!<br />
Well, a lot of rap songs are no different. You don't have to have a degree in art to break it all down, but you do need to have a keen sense of reading between the lines. And you have to be familiar with the relevance of what's going on in pop culture. You have to have a somewhat decent knowledge of history to fully understand a lot of Hip-Hop songs. It's more than just knowing what a Bugatti is and who Miley Cyrus is! At least with the kinds of songs that are more lyrical than the everyday basic level what you hear is what you get songs.<br />
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Not too sure what I mean?<br />
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Take "I Still Wana" for example: When Ab-Liva says "<span style="color: #cc0000;">...Bel Biv Devoe, Push poison like a copperhead</span>" You have to know who Bel Biv Devoe are, because if you don't know them, then you won't know that they had a smash hit single called "Poison" and if you don't know that a copperhead is a snake then it won't make sense to you when he said "Push Poison." See, just like that he referenced 2 completely different things and linked them with the word poison!<br />
It doesn't end there, in fact that's not even beginning to scratch the surface. Jay-Z is arguably the king at referencing things from every aspect of life. Take for example when Hov said in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC5VKf1_imE">Missy Elliot's "One Minute Man (Remix)</a>" "<span style="color: #cc0000;">I'm tryna hit you then quit you in the middle of the round like I'm Roberto Duran... No Mas!</span>" Who the hell is Roberto Duran right? Well you see, you have to be familiar with boxing to understand that one. You have to know that Roberto Duran is an old boxer who in 1980 fought Sugar Ray Leonard (for a second time.) Midway through the early rounds of the fight Duran was taking an old school beating and yelled out to the ref "No Mas!" Translation: "No More!" He literally gave up! Lol So for Hov to say it in that verse is pretty freakin witty wouldn't you say?<br />
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I could go on forever, in fact I will Lol.<br />
Take my homie Pazo: in his <a href="http://pazo.bandcamp.com/album/xcvi-96">XCVI (96) Mixtape</a> he had a song called TFAliens where he said "<span style="color: #cc0000;">Plus I'm feel in like Eddie in the flick, no Prin(ce)ts when the Semi on the Hip</span>" Do I have to break that one down too? (By the way, click the link and support my mans Music!!)<br />
Well you see this is where we get to the more advanced levels of the course. See to fully understand this one you have to go back to the title of the project. XCVI is roman numeral for '96. All the beats used, for the exception of a few at the end of the tape are from Hip-Hop songs from the year 1996. This one in particular being borrowed from "ATLiens" by Outkast! Now on to the bars:<br />
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If you're not familiar with Eddie Murphy's 1988 movie "Coming to America" then you won't know that he was a prince of an African country and that his trusty sidekick played by Arsenio Hall was named Semi! Semi also being a term used in Hip-Hop for Semi Automatic guns. So you see the play on words. He might have said Prince, but what he meant was prints, finger prints! So did I explain that clear enough?<br />
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Anyway, it all goes to say, Hip-Hop is Art. Whether you've accepted it or not, whether you feel it qualifies as music or not, it is and will always be Art. Maybe if you are one of the people who thinks otherwise, it could just be because you simply don't understand it! And who knows, maybe it isn't meant for you to understand. Shit, I can't for the life of me begin to understand why people would ever subject themselves to listening to Reggaeton, but maybe there's something there that I'm missing as well, thus hindering me from enjoying it! Lol.<br />
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So to my aunt, or your mom, or father, of grandparents or teachers or whoever else it is that gives you a hard time and forces you to defend Hip-Hop, reference this blog post. Encourage them to open their ears and listen to the words behind the lyrics!<br />
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To those of ya who make real Hip-Hop, please keep it up! Pazo, waddup bruh!? #TFA stand up!<br />
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Stay Up, and Stay Tuned!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-85217996680957367012013-12-31T22:25:00.002-05:002013-12-31T22:25:50.906-05:002013's a Wrap!What's going on Bull Penners?<br />
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As we reach the dawn of a new year I find myself, although not in a very festive mood, quite grateful for the passed 365 days I've had.<br />
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Like every year, I feel I've grown and matured in these passed four seasons. I've made new friends as well as lost some old friends. I guess the old saying is true, you win some you lose some! Lol. However, regardless of any bad, I am grateful. This year marks the year that I met the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever seen. Shout outs to the month of April for arriving with Antoinette.<br />
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My grandmother turned 80 years old in the same month, and just a few weeks ago, I brought all her children and grandchildren together for a grand family portrait!<br />
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2013 may not have been an earth shattering year but I am beyond grateful for all I've learned from it.<br />
I decided this year that I plan on getting into BMX, and it was the first time in my life that I went Black Friday shopping. And it might be the first time I skip my family's New Years party. The birth of my new thing in photography "Video'd Shoots" happened this year. And speaking of photography, I have quite a few big projects that were presented to me through my photography. Stay Tuned for those announcements in 2014.<br />
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All in all, there wasn't very many "accomplishment" this year so to speak, unless you call 23 pairs of sneakers, a new closet and a dope christmas accomplishments lol. But I'm grateful to have lived it. Everyone always says "New Year, New Me" I can't begin to tell you how much I hate that bumass quote. Especially since most people who say it are goal oriented for the first week of January and are then back to their everyday shit. Realistically speaking, every single day should be considered a new year. Don't wait tip January 1st to make resolutions, do what you need/want to do now. Everyday should be the first day of another 365 cycle.<br />
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But that's enough venting.<br />
I don't do resolutions, but tomorrow I do plan on.......<br />
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Be safe out there. Happy New Year!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-2501684723790326422013-11-14T10:00:00.000-05:002013-11-14T10:00:31.997-05:00The State of (Hip-Hop) New YorkSee that witty ass title I just gave ya!? Lol<br />
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Now first and foremost (again) music reviews and my feeling towards Hip-Hop are not necessarily what I do here on my blog, however, my blog is just that. My Blog! My own personal journal that I choose to share with you, my reader. So please bare with me as I rant and vent for the next couple of minutes.<br />
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Just the other day I was driving home from who knows where when I thought to myself: "Thank God for my iPod cause I damn sure don't wanna hear anything on this radio!"<br />
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Raise your hand if you've felt like me on this one.<br />
Doesn't it seem like its the same 7 songs playing on the radio all day every day? Granted, there's more than just 2 stations on the dial, but damn, seems like if I don't wanna listen to Drake I have to settle for Katy Perry! No disrespect to Katy Perry. And correct me if I'm wrong, during the golden years of Hip-Hop, all you'd hear on New York radio is New York rappers, from Wu-Tang to Mobb Deep, Jay-Z to LL Cool J, Busta, to DMX and etc. etc. etc. But today it seems like down south artist and people from anywhere get more play! Now I know this topic went out with Lil Jon and snap music in 2007, but it's still relevant. Especially with kendrick Lamar stating he's the king of New York (which I loved) and we all know that he's from Compton, LA.<br />
But now, this morning on 'The Breakfast Club' I heard Trinidad James saying something along the lines of<br />
<span style="color: #990000;">"New York Used to be the Mecca of Hip-Hop, we used to look up to ya and think, 'well damn' and just do our own thing. But these days, any rapper who's from New York, you might as well say he's from Atlanta. That's how I feel. And if anybody wanna do something about it, then we can do something about it."</span><br />
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllright! That's enough, somebody cut his mic! Again those might not have been his exact words but that was the message he was sending, and he's not important enough to me or the Hip-Hop community for me to actually go and research his exact words.<br />
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Now, here's my problem. I'm more mad at New York for it's complacent ways than I am at Trinidad James for his blasphemy!<br />
Here me out here. It all starts with the fans! It's ya fault. Hip-Hop fans are so fickle that they allow any and everything to fly. Trends come and go and New Yorkers get on any and everyones surf boards to ride the waves! When snap music was out, every DJ in New York was bumping' D4L and Ying Yang Twins and any other fuckin gimmick rapper that was out at the time and you would see any and all niggas in the party, snapping they fingers, bending their knees and doing whatever the fuck Soulja Boy would tell em to do! Hip-Hop might as well have been a segment on Barney or Sesame St. with all it's sing and dance along songs. If I'm lying tell me I'm lying! It was disgusting and anyone who knows me, knows that I hated it and in no way shape or form supported it. In fact I would literally cringe and my blood would boil when I would ride in the car and someone else would be playing it. Til this day I hate that music and feel that it should not be accepted in the Boom-Cap genre that we call Hip-Hop. Glad to say most of it is gone. But that's not to say that there still isn't any trash left.<br />
Trinidad James arrived on the scene sometime last year, I think. He had a single called "All Gold Everything" The ghetto, ignorant anthem of the world! I thought Soulja Boy was bad, but man this nigga sucks! I hated, hate and always will hate the song, but it seemed as if I was alone on that one. Seemed like everyone around me, loved it, had it as their ringtone, and went crazy when it went off in the club.<br />
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Have you ever felt like you're standing in the middle of a crowded room, and you're the only one who doesn't understand what's going on? You're the only one who's not in on the joke, the only one who feels "This is stupid, why is everyone so jolly and happy-go-lucky about this" whatever "this" may be. Well that's how I feel about Hip-Hop today! Thank God for Kendrick Lamar and Thank God for Pusha T and all the other rappers who are still doing it and sticking true to the craft. Because without them we'd be left with trash and it doesn't seem like sanitation is coming by any time soon!<br />
But back to the fans and New York. I'm more mad at ya than I am mad of this clown boy. Because at a Hip-Hop show in New York, this man dissed New York and got away with it. Lol, really? Had this been the early to mid 90's I swear the news on the radio would have been more like<br />
<span style="color: #990000;">"Atlanta Rapper, Trinidad James insults New York at a recent Hip-Hop show and is now in critical condition due to various gunshot wounds and stabs to multiple areas of his body!"</span><br />
Again, if I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong. Had that beed a Wu-Tang show in 94, or a Public Enemy show in 84, or even a 50 Cent show in 04 there would have been some sort of serious consequences paid by Mr. James. More than just 3 weak ass "Boo's"<br />
Where does this comfort for blasphemy stem from? I'll tell you where. It comes from NY rappers in recent years going down south and elsewhere in the country to find fame and success (which is perfectly okay) but then forget where they came from and rep any and every other place harder than they do their own home.<br />
I'm from the Bronx, nothin made me prouder as a fan of Hip-Hop in my earlier years than listening to Big Pun slaughter any and everyone by way of dope, fast, hard hitin lyrics whenever he got on the Mic. Who didn't love The Notorious B.I.G. given us stories of robbin trains, shooting daughter in their calf muscle and slapping babies at their christening!? Who didn't love Big L, and envisioned themselves in a dice game gone wrong when he gave us these vivid images that he rapped about. Who didn't love Jay-Z then and still loves him now?<br />
However it seems like all of that is out the window for the exception of a few names. These guys didnt move to Miami like Fat Joe did to find success. And had they done it they would have still repped NY. They didn't go become popular in Atlanta and come back to NY as Novelty acts.<br />
So yeah, why wouldn't someone on the outside looking in feel that New York's prime years are behind it? If I were from Atlanta and I were making my own music and saw how many NY Niggas were movin into my city to pursue their music careers I would think that New York fell off too. Rather than thinking "If I wanna make it, I gotta go to New York or LA because that's where stars are born," Like every other struggling artist feels; I would think "Shit New York aint pippin no more. Might as well stay my ass here and grind to make it!" So let's dig just a little deeper. Why does a New York Rapper leave New York to go rap somewhere else? Good question. How many of you who are into Hip-Hop have left New York? I have, I've been to Atlanta, I've been to Ohio and I've seen the difference. Here in New York, the radio does not support "Underground" artist or any up and coming artist. In fact they only play commercial records and artists who are signed. Whereas in Atlanta all you'll here is Atlanta artist, signed unsigned, hyped or underground. In Ohio, the Hip-Hop movement is strong. In both you see the family aspect. Artist tend to support each other, when one makes it, they all make it. Whereas here in New York, every nigga rappin bout the same shit want the spotlight for his or herself and is not willing to bring up anyone else with them to the top.<br />
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It's like fighting a nigga on your team, while you're losing a game by a large margin. The lack of unity is a problem. I hate cliches but if nothing else it shows you that indeed "United we stand Divided we fall!"So why is there no unity amongst New York Artist? Now that I don't know, but I do know that if it continues this way it won't be long before NYC is just another city tryna get on. If the DJ's at the major stations don't start going against the PD (Program Directors) we're gonna lose a battle in a war that shouldn't be going on in the first place.<br />
The only battle should be on wax! Let's go back to the essence of it all. Stop worrying about who's dating who, who's fuckin who, who bought the new Bugatti and who wore the best sneakers to La Marina.... Ya making Hip-Hop sound like the gossip section of a High School newspaper. I'm waiting to hear about a rapper taking a random bitch to prom making big news headlines. Let's take it back to that real, hard beat, head bopping, meaningful lyrics that make you wanna rob the corner store (not saying you would or should do it but it makes you feel that way) Let's take it back to a time where if a man from LA said he was king of New York he wouldn't be able to come to New York. Back to a time when a man Dissed New York IN New York he wouldn't make it out of New York! Can we do that New York?<br />
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I guess that's all I have to say. I din't even have a good way to close this off. I just know that New York got me feel in glad I'm not a rapper. cause I wouldn't find where to hide my face from the shame of the state of the rap game!<br />
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<br />Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-63319616294441139232013-11-08T12:07:00.001-05:002013-11-08T12:50:01.981-05:00Nike Lebron XI's (Sneaker Review)What's going on Bull Penners?!<br />
Today I'm doing something I've never done before here on my blog or anywhere else for that matter.<br />
This is my first ever sneaker review. I know most people prefer video blogs for this, but I'm an old school dude.<br />
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About 4 or 5 months ago I came across the picture of the new Nike Lebron XI's (11).<br />
Initially I didn't care for them, and possibly it was just the picture that I didn't care for. But a few weeks ago, right before the release I saw them in person and still wasn't too fond of em, but I did like them more in person than I did in pictures. However even in person they weren't attractive enough to pay the $275.00 price tag that the guy was trying to get for them on a pre-release early date.<br />
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Some time passed and for the first time ever I realized that this was one of those sneakers that was going to grow on me way after the retail price tripled. So being wise to the fact I decided to go and look for them and see if I get lucky before its too late. Last weekend I went out to brunch and shortly after found myself in the 'Foot Action' in Bay Plaza here in the Bronx. And of course they were sold out. I was prepared to leave the mall that day empty handed and thought to myself "I might have missed them and I'm not paying any more than retail." But before walking away defeated I decided to check the 'Jimmy Jazz' right down the sidewalk.<br />
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I walked in, and to my surprise there was still a pair on display. If you know anything about this 'Sneaker Game' as we call it, then you know finding a pair of recently released Lebrons on a shelf on display is kind of a big deal. So I asked to see a size 10 or 10.5. I wear a size 9.5 but for some reason Lebrons and Foamposites run small for me so I size up one or one and a half sizes up. Maybe it's because I have flat feet. Ahh well. They didn't have either of the sizes I asked for, but they did have a 9.5 left, my size. I figured I'd try them on although worried that they'd be too small. Like they say "You'll never know until you try" and when my foot slid into the shoe I was shocked to find out they fit like a glove! I stood up, walked a few feet to the mirror and immediately knew that they'd be coming home with me! Instantly they went from "They're Okay" to "Holy Crap!"<br />
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So I took out my debit card and swiped! Retail on these bad boys is $200.00 so the final price of $217 and change wasn't necessarily something I was thrilled about, but lets be honest, I've paid more for a pair of sneakers so....... Yeah. Lol. But after reviewing the sneaker it seemed to make more sense.<br />
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Although I've never been a fan of the actual word 'FLYWIRE' being printed on the shoe, I guess it's no different than the word 'Hybrid' on a the trunk lid of a car. And the flywire does look extremely dope through the holes though out the upper portion of the shoes all the way out to the eyelets to holding the laces. Good work on the design of these Nike.<br />
Also the insole to these sneakers is thicker than any pair I've ever seen. It its literally the size of a Nike Air Force 1 midsole! I have no doubt that my grandparents can wear these and walk a mile in em and feel the comfort that is the Nike Lebron XI.<br />
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And of course, what attracts most people in the first place, the dope ass colorway! The "Kings Pride" colorway is definitely dope! Its the best of the ones that I've seen that are set to release. The green sort of holographic color on the foam material with the accompanying olive colored suede kind of upper makes it look like something the green goblin would wear. Remember when he wore Flightposites? The black of course is fitting on anything and the red is just the right amount to pop out at the eye. The lining brings it all together and puts it over the top. The added 'LJ Crown' logo on both the tongue and lace tips is always a good look. Finally the mint green sole might as well be a big red bow. The perfect contrast to wrap this shoe up. All together its such an attractive sneaker that I am sure I will Un-DS (wear for the first time for those of you not familiar with the lingo) very soon! After all, it's the only shoe that I've ever done a sneaker review on. Lol<br />
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All in all, in my opinion this is one of the best Lebrons to release since the "Pre-Heat" Lebron VIII's. Another pair that I initially did not like and am now kicking myself for not buying when they were sold for retail! Makes me wonder where they'll go with the XII. But of course, there's no need to jump the gun, there's still a lot of enjoyment to be had with these. If you're like me, and you tend to pass up on things that don't initially catch you, but end up liking them later when its too late, then you should definitely cop these. Don't walk into Flight Club 6 months from today and live with that $450.00 price tag. If you have flat feet, or even if you don't, know that they run true to size. Buy the size you normally wear. So tell me how you feel about my first sneaker review, and what you feel about the sneaker.<br />
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Quick Announcement:<br />
I recently got invited to a meeting with my boy AJ and he pitched an idea to me about a new sneaker site/online shop. We went over a few points and came up with the name "Kick'd In" which will serve as a new member of the ever growing Sneaker Community to provide everything from information and forums to consignment retail. Stay Tuned for more info on where you can find the site.<br />
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<br />Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-26061270229625155522013-10-28T17:51:00.002-04:002013-10-28T17:54:44.405-04:00Bang! Bang! an Eno Bull Video'd ShootSo the other day I was sitting around realizing that I hadn't shot anything in a while.<br />
No biggie, writers have writers block so it shouldn't be a surprise that photographers go through dead spots of inspiration; Besides, I've never liked the idea of shooting 'just because.' The idea, the photos, the final product all has to come from a genuine place. The art cannot be rushed.<br />
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So the other day, sitting around, just thinking to myself, I came up with a new concept. It's called "Video'd Shoots"<br />
Basically, it's a trailer to a themed photo shoot. I've realized that we live in a day and age where video is more interesting to most people than photography. But me loving photography as much as I do and refusing to give it up as my passion, I decided I'd give people just a little bit of what they want. So rather than post one picture and say something like "More images coming soon" on Facebook or Instagram or whatever, I'll give you an actual video trailer to build the anticipation for the images I will release later on.<br />
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Hence me calling it, not a "Video Shoot" but a "Video'd Shoot" as in a photo shoot where there was filming! Get it? am I making any sense?<br />
Well whatever, I won't bore you with too many more words.<br />
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Check out the first (of many) Eno Bull Photography Video'd Shoot:<br />
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Please don't take my idea and run with it as if it's yours! You heard the concept here first! Enjoy.<br />
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And as an BullPen exclusive, peep the first image from the set:<br />
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Shout outs to the amazing Blanca Rosa Martinez. I call here Bebe! And my lil brother Rudy, for playing one of the greatest dead guys I've seen since Denzel in training day! Lol. Stay Tuned for the rest of the images. They'll be releasing some time tomorrow on my new, under construction website: <a href="http://www.enobullphotography.tumblr.com/">www.EnoBullPhotography.tumblr.com</a> Stop by when you can!<br />
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Peace.<br />
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-35727199999100463062013-10-28T17:37:00.003-04:002013-10-28T18:09:30.452-04:00Family First?I was gonna write a blog post about a situation I've recently found myself in. A post about family and loyalty and the whole nine, yaddah yaddah, blah blah!<br />
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Then I decided, naaaahhh! Nobody wants to hear me complain about shit. Everybody has their own problems right?<br />
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I will say this tho, my time will come at which point I don't wanna see any open hands coming my way, I promise, I WILL spit in your palm.<br />
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To quote the late great Carlito Brigante: "There ain't no friends in the shit business!"<br />
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Stay Up and Stay Tuned!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-91206108056612046192013-10-01T09:37:00.001-04:002013-10-01T09:37:48.283-04:00A Night of Firsts, Moms BirthdayWhat's going on Bull Penners?<br />
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So yesterday was a very interesting day. A day of ups and downs. It began with me being robbed of $350 by some scamming company that claims to be a debt collection agency, yeah, that happened. But almost nothing could bring me down seein as how it was my Queen's birthday!<br />
My mom turned 51 years old yesterday and I felt blessed for her. Reaching 50 was a big deal for my mom because her mom only made it to 45. Fuck Cancer! So of course her day was spent answering phone calls from what would seem to be everyone who knows her. Calls and text were coming in, even from Honduras.<br />
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My lady and I decided that we would take her out to eat and bring my dad and Rudy along with us. In the evening we arrived at Red Lobster and it marked the first time my girl and I hung out with my whole immediate family. Might not sound like a big deal, but I love that I can share moments of my life like this with her. While at dinner, my pops who I have lived with and known for 26 years made a joke! Several jokes actually. And if you know my pops, then you know that joking is not something he does often. At least not with us! We were all on the salad course of our meal and while picking at it and eatin it he said, "Where's the Beef?" so at first, I did the "Family Guy, Ostrich" laugh, Haaa! But when I realized the reference and recognized that this was him making a funny, I kid you not, I lost it! I literally began to laugh out loud, holdin my stomach falling over in my seat in the excitement of hearing my pops tell a joke! LMFAO! Son, I said to him out loud "I've never in my life heard you make a joke pops!" He began to laugh and just like that I swear I felt the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. There was no stress, no worries, no anything, just an amazing time spent with my family over dinner. Tears of joy fell from my face and the rest of the dinner went on in the same exact way. Laughing, joking, discussing everyone's lives and where we are, how we're feeling and what we're doing.<br />
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It was the first time in a long time that my family and I had come together for something as simple as having dinner and this time I had my girl with me. So dope!<br />
I asked my father "Why did you do this to me man?" In reference to not allowing me to live passed the age of 22 without losing my hair and becoming bald due to his genetic make up. To which he responded "That has nothing to do with me" and continued to enjoy his Lobster and shrimp! Lol<br />
The man was in rare form. Mom was having the time of her life and I even showed her pics of Laila, the dog that we adopted for a few months (Who's name was changed to Leela and now has her own InstaGram!) Lol.<br />
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It was the red pedal in my Life or Death Tattoo. (You may have to reference that via this blog site if you're not familiar with what I'm talkin about)<br />
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When the dinner came to an end, the waiters and waitresses sang Happy Birthday to my mom and brought her a dope lookin Strawberry Cheesecake. My pops ate about 80% of it, but I don't think she'd have it any other way. <br />
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All in all it was a day that started rough, followed by an evening that ended smooth as hell! I was so grateful for life; not that it's ever very different from that but you feel what I'm sayin. We packed up all the food we didn't eat, especially those crackmazingly awesome biscuits and hit the road back home. I wished my mom a Happy Birthday once again and got ready for bed.<br />
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To think I've waited 26 years to let someone pull a fast one on me and take money out of my account, and in the same day celebrate my mothers 51st birthday to the sounds of my father cracking jokes! Life has a very funny way of playin out. Good thing I have a great sense of humor!<br />
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Happy Birthday again mom! I Love you!<br />
P.S. My the pic I posted of my mom and I on IG yesterday grossed 70 likes! I've NEVER gotten that many on a pic of myself! F ya'll for that! Lol. Nah, but I say that to say I appreciate those of you who wished her a happy birthday be it through me or to her directly. Bless ya all. <br />
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Stay Up and Stay Tuned!Eno Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17050398083581136194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733186648845852844.post-26318368240865170572013-09-09T20:37:00.000-04:002013-09-09T20:37:10.683-04:0026 FOR 26YAOOOOOOOW!!<br />
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What's going on Bull Penners? How ya livin?<br />
So... I've been 26 years old for the passed 26 days! Shame on you if you didn't wish me my happy birthday! Lol, Just playin with you.<br /><br />Funny how things stay the same or change according to how you see things. By no means am I where I thought I'd be by 26, but I feel I'm way further than what I was last year. They say with age comes wisdom, well I feel it comes with experience and I feel I've experienced enough in the last year to make me much wiser for tomorrow. I feel That I've found the love of my life and life with her is so amazing. We're happy together and regardless of the bumps in the road, I'm extremely grateful for the journey. Glad to say that I've lost no friends in the passed year, in fact I made more.<br />
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You know how you say: "I'm gonna start doing this" and "I wanna start doing that?" Well I've started a few things since I've been 26. I'm still a photographer and what better way to further motivate myself than by hanging some of my favorite pictures on the wall!? I'm sure you're thinking: "Pictures on the wall? Big deal!" But actually, it is a big deal, it's a big deal to me because I've been saying that I'm going to start "printing photos and hang em on my wall" for years now. I have the picture I've had for the longest of my homegirls legs in my sneakers in the middle and I've printed a few 16x20's to put around it. A picture of Juno, a picture of me my baby and Juno in the park, a picture of some Jordan sneakers (Of course, right!?) and a lovely picture of my aunt and uncle that I took for them on the beach in Honduras for their 40th wedding anniversary last year. Soon to be hung up are the photos of other photographers who I know and respect, along with a few others of my own. Pictures of Rudy, a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge and a whole bunch of other joints.<br />
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I also got my drivers license. I know I spoke a lot of smack about not getting it for a long time and honestly I would have gone much more time without it but my permit was about to expire on my birthday, and I for damn sure wasn't gonna be the one to renew my permit a second time! So it made more sense to me to go take my 5 hour class, take my road test and knock it out. I'm an amazing driver (regardless of whatever anyone tells you) so that was a quick 1, 2 thing. Can you believe they never caught my driving alone with nothing else but a permit for damn near 10 years!? Lol! Take that NYPD! Aight fine they caught me one time and gave me a ticket, but so what? I didn't get point taken off of anything, didn't see any jail time or none of that shit. Lucky or what?<br />
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As for photography, It's moving slow right now, but I plan on doing a few things to pick up the pace real soon to see that it is where I need it to be. But I did buy a eighteen hundred dollar lens! Lol, Yeah, hold dat. (Although I bought that when I was still 25.) I am also trying to take a course in crime scene photography. So let's see how that goes.<br />
In my opinion the biggest change in my book at this stage in my life is the fact that I am now working out. I stepped on my scale 4 weeks ago and it told me that I weighed 292 lbs. I wasn't having that! I won't tell you how much I've lost cause truthfully I didn't even wanna tell ya that I've been working out. But yeah, I've been knockin out a lil over 7 miles each day, joggin' and walkin'. I've changed my diet and I'm trying to change my lifestyle all together. The goal is simply to look good in my clothes at this point next year. So by the time I'm 27 for 27 I can report that I kinda fell off but I've lost an entire 6th grade child weight wise. Lol. This is by far one of the more important things I've started in my life and I must say, it's actually very exciting. I won't give ya my diet or regimen cause according to how much weight I lose in a certain amount of time I just might want to sell my story when I'm done. Shhhhhhh... Don't tell nobody! Lol.<br />
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All in all, 26 is treating me swell and I am looking forward to the following 339 days of it. Keep your fingers crossed and pray for me that it goes according to my plan.<br />
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Well that's this post. Hope all has been well for you, my reader.<br />
If it isn't, I can only promise you that tomorrow will come and hopefully it will be better for you.<br />
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