Death and dying all around me man….worse this time actually…I can’t take it….

I just want it to be over so I can move on with my life!!!

Read OJ’s birthday entry….it’s great….Happy Birthday To Pedro Martinez as well….

http://www.five27.com/gp/in-this-picture-young-oj

I’ll hit y’all later with the other stuff…not so great…

I’ve had a good week. I have primarily H and Dara to thank for that. But really I want to thank everyone who has been a part of the celebration. Shouts out to Lenton for coming the farthest to kick it with the homie. I hope you had fun man!

*edited to add*
Tata and PJ get a special shout out…this was before I hooked up with them….but…I HAD to go back and edit, cuz it wouldn’t be right!
*end edit*

It’s been kind of bittersweet. I’m having fun while the rest of my family is struggling/suffering. I’ll shed more light when I feel like it, but underneath it all I’m overwhelmingly sad. It’s going to all come crashing down pretty soon and I hope I can deal when that time comes.

but just pray….just do that okay….

thanks….

for once it’s not about me….well not directly….

So far so good y’all…so far so good!

Last night we went out to Mafiaozas and did the two for one thing for a while, then we went to sing kareoke at Jonathans and that’s always fun.

I got an early gift from the homie Joe from Dallas. A set of pictures that I had been pining after for a while. Man I went to school with some beautiful women, I’ll leave it at that!

The party continues tonight. Hooters downtown and then, who knows from there…..

It’s Killa Cal Week y’all!

It has begun.

Killa Cal Week got off to an inauspicious start with me and the ex-wifey going to lunch at the indian buffet. We headed out to get popscicles from the popscicle place, but the popscicle place was closed. We tried to hit a museum, but all the museums are apparently closed on Mondays (me being an uncultured brotha….I missed the memo).

We waited a while then we hit the Flying Saucer for hella beers and kicked it with the homie Wendell and his friend Brooke. Jokes were cracked, stories were told, fun was had.

We had gotten word of a black karoeke at Hotel Indigo so me and Dara hit that up. We didn’t stay long. We made an executive decision to begin again tomorrow.

It’s like Chaunakah! Seven days, eight nights baby! Killa Cal week has begun!

Yesterday was one of the better days of the year for me.

I woke up and called up my ex-wife Dara (can’t wait for all of the backroom discussion on this). We had decided the night before to go to breakfast so I called her to tell her I was up and see if we were still on.

We went to Pancake Pantry. For whatever reason she wanted soup for breakfast, what can I say, the girl is different. She couldn’t decide between the white bean soup or chicken and sausage Gumbo, so our waitress brought out samples of both. The white bean soup was bland as hell so that pretty much made the decision for her. I had my usual sausage and cheese omelette with cheese covered hash browns, I gave my pancakes to Dara. Breakfast was great and for the first time in a LONG ass time I had good service at Pancake Pantry. I love the food and that’s why I keep going back, but it’s a poorly kept secret that the service is spotty at best in that joint. Anyway, the waitress noticed I wasn’t anywhere near finished with the huge portion I was given so she told me to take it home because, “it warms up good”….Dara and I loved that statement, so we quoted it all day.

After breakfast we decided to catch a movie. Since I’d already seen Iron Man we decided on the latest Judd Apatow production, Forgetting Sarah Marshall. We went to Green Hills first, but the earliest showing was at 4 something and we couldn’t wait that long, so I utilized my janky ass phone’s internet and got on Fandango and saw that 100 Oaks had one at 12:50 so we headed that way.

We go there a bit early so we went and caught the first 20 minutes of Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay….I’ll be going back to see that, as the first part was FUNNY as shit. What was also funny was the old white guy in front of us in line to get tickets. When we pulled up there were kids coming out of the theater, apparently schools now sanction field trips to the movies (never woulda happened when I was a kid….closest we got was when they made us gather in the auditorium to watch Schindler’s List and I spent most of that time trying to cop feels). He was like, “What is this Chronicles movie”. I told him it was about some kids who basically get trapped in a closet and sucked into a fantasy world. He replied, “Sounds like where those loud kids are coming out of, I’ll pass”….then he proceeds to buy a ticket to “Harold”….I don’t think he had any idea of what he was getting into! I really wish I could have stuck around to the end to see what his final reaction was, if he even made it through!

At any rate we head over to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall. The beginning was a bit slow, plus there are a few full frontal male nudity shots. I feel obligated to alert my fellow males about things like that so they don’t get caught unawares like I did. The movie picked up steam as it went along though. It turned out to be REALLY, REALLY good. It had some good quotables and everything, I will probably purchase the DVD.

After the movie, Dara and I went to the hospital to pick up some BBQ H had purchased for her. We ran into Dr. Griffith who wanted me to do my presentation for H and Dara for whatever reason. I was rusty, but I ran through it pretty well.

We left there and went to a little happy hour over at Cabana. Lawbreaker was hosting it and the homie Wendell fell through for a second. Jokes were cracked, fries were eaten, and beer was drank. I thought our waitress Harmony was hot so I told her my prom was coming up and invited her to be my date. She told me her boyfriend wouldn’t like that very much, but she still laughed. I’m batting like 3 for 47 this season in other news! It was decided that we’d do Kareoke at Buckwild Saloon again later that night, but H and Dara needed to take a nap.

H and Dara overslept but we ended up getting out there at about 11. When I got out of the car, one of Nashville’s local “wanderers” noticed that I had two hot chicks with me and so he said, “Man you are must be a big baller with two fine ladies like that”…I laughed and shouted, “I’m the luckiest man alive”…he yelled back, “Either that or you got a big dick!” All three of us busted out laughing (but I didn’t laugh too hard ).

We made our way to the karoeke spot and it was packed. I mean wall to wall. Then we found out that the bar didn’t take debit cards (even though they took plain old credit cards). So we had to go out to the ATM and take out some funds.

Lawbreaker did his usual “Rapper’s Delight” and got the crowd into it. H and Dara, performing as Twin-Twin Transfusion, did the one country song that Black chicks know, “Before He Cheats”. I performed Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy”. I also befriended a cool wheelchair bound dude named Bobby who told me his friends called him “Wheels”. He told me he was looking for a “chocolate chick who likes rednecks!” I dapped him up and told him ain’t nothing wrong with that.

We left that spot after awhile and went to Graham Central Station. We all signed up for songs, but only Lawbreaker and the Girls got to perform. I decided I’d sing Roses very loudly on the way out as a result. We ended up getting home around 3:00 AM. All told it was a great day!

…is to not be places where “nigga moments” are likely to take place.

So I’m laying low for awhile. I know me, and I know other people.

Everything else is good though….in case you were wondering….

You may be one of the 2 or 3 people who hasn’t emailed me or texted me about my opinion on Morehouse’s first White Validictorian.

Guess what, I really don’t have an opinion. At least not one unified opinion. I guess I feel the way I feel about most things in life, ambiguous.

On one hand, I respect the achievement. Having let gone through Morehouse (and let Morehouse go through me), I know how difficult it is to get an A in ONE class let alone EVERY class, which is what Mr. Packwood did. Hell I STILL look back on the 4 A’s I got as crowning achievements (particularly the one in Mechanics a.k.a. Calculus-based Physics). I spent alot of my time, much as I do now, partying, drinking, and chasing chicks who didn’t want me. The other time was spent winning National Championships in Quiz Bowl, writing for our award winning newspaper, and planning/plotting with the Student Government Association. Dude was about his grind clearly, and he got the most out of the educational part of Morehouse. I hear (cuz I still keep my ear close to the ground) that he is involved in a few other extra curricular activities, though not to the extent that the media would have you believe. Even better for him. Maybe he let Morehouse go through him and didn’t just go through Morehouse, but you know, either way that’s on him.

On the other hand, the media attention does kind of bother me, in that it gives neo-racists, the Angry White Male types, more ammunition for their claims of “reverse racism” and “discrimination”. It doesn’t give a fair representation of Morehouse either. Mr. Packwood, is FAR from the first white kid to come to Morehouse and do well. I don’t need to name names, but rest assured, he is no pioneer, which seems to be kind of what the media is spinning it toward.

I don’t need to defend my alma mater for bestowing award on one of it’s students who has earned the honor. I view this as good news, as my school continues to achieve, excell, and produce leaders in their fields.

With schools going down in flames all over the place, with negative story after negative story, why turn a positive into a negative you know?

And that’s all I have to say about that…..

Brian Fantana: Take it easy, Champ. Why don’t you sit this next one out, stop talking for a while.

I’m taking Brian’s advice….