Word Son?!?!?!

What it do folk? Ya boy Steez right back like I forgot my car keys. What good? Shit, obviously not thes earthquakes. Nah, lemme get it clear for yall. The was a fuckin earthquake in Pennsylvania. Where they do that at? Since thats what I really gotta talk about, lets get on with these chronicles....Shall we?!?!?!

Well unlike errrrbody else I haven't blown up twitter with my thoughts on the earthquake...nor have I really gone on facebook with it. But I do wanna talk to my folk...uhhh..thats yall(stand up...take a bow while the congregation claps). Fam...I saw some bitchassedness today. So, I'm at work...talking to a provider, unfortunately thats what I do for a square living. In any event, I was on the phone, and the fuckin building started moving. Now for my Cali readers...fuck you...this shit is out of sorts in Philly. But I'm on the phone and the chick says "are you moving?" I say "yeah". But, square that I am....I continue doing my job. Then, like clockwork I see broads running by. I think nothing of it. THEN, I see 2 niggas(you know who you are) running by...and I mean RUNNING....this sent me into a panic. A panic which made me rudely and abruptly end my phone call. Come to find out it was an earthquake....but one of these niggas left his chick behind(then proceeded to inquire about her whereabouts when everyone was outside) the other? Well he just ran.

I say all that to say, what happened to "women and children first"? Now let me say, if some wild shit is going on, I advocate getting the fuck out. But damn....niggas is running like bitches in a Jason movie? Where they do that at? Masculinity in the black community has been attacked to THAT level. Where the men don't even want to be men anymore? Where they save they own ass and leve everyone else to die? SMH. That hurts my heart. We have been born and bred to be warriors...not worriers. Black men stand the fuck up...stop running....

I'm out

I Can't Do Nothin Fo' Ya Maaaaaan

What it do Folk? Its ya boy Steez....its been a trying muthafuckin week. But I'm here. I'm not fitna get into all the shit I went through this week. At least not yet. But just understand that its been a bitch(treachery). Since I don't have much to touch on...lets get on with these chronicles....shall we?!?!?!

Yo. Anyone that knows me personally knows that I have a soft spot in my heart for homeless people. Being homeless has always been my biggest fear. Not sure why, as I've never been homeless, but hey we all have our own shit. But being here in Philly...man these "homeless" people are starting to piss me off. I go in WaWa(its kinda like a 711 for all yall not in Philly) to get a hoagie, or a donut, or a lottery ticket...when I come out I got a muthafucka asking me for change? Are you serious? Now, growing up homeless or disenfranchised people were relegated to the downtown area. But the places I frequent are very far from there. So why am I being bothered?

As I said before. I am extremely sympathetic to the homeless people. But at the same time, I WORK. EVERY DAY. So how is it fair that when I go to get a breakfast sandwich on my way to WORK, that you get to ask for change? Yo, I'm in Child Support court....dig? Oh....no you can't...cause you don't WORK.

Last but not least. Let me say, there are 2 groups of people no matter how much I sympathize with the homeless, I will not donate to. White people. And women. Now the White people thing should be self explanatory. I mean, if you're white, and in America there should be no reason that you are homeless. Unless you have a habit, in which case you aint getting shit from me. As for women. I'm sorry, this will sound really fucked up, but, you have the most valuable product right between your legs. If you find yourself homeless...sell some pussy. Its that simple. Shit...if your pussy is that good you wont even have to pay for a spot, some simp will move you in. Sorry. I'm not giving no bitch a dime out on the streets.

I'm out.

Mel Gibson was Right

What it look like folk? Its your friendly neighborhood square, Sir Steezly of Homewood, Dr. Steezenstein...or just Steez if you're into the whole brevity thing. How yall been since my last blog? I hope its been easy for yall...Me...Ehhh...its been aiiiight. As I said I dropped my custody issue with BT. Ironically I have seen the kids more after doing that than I did in the previous month. Go figure. Yet and still the man is fucking me straight up my ass with the child support. So I am currently taking donations, pony up some bread for your favorite blogger. Nah....I'm serious...a square is broke...Anywho, aint shit else going on that I can think of, so lets get on with these chronicles...shall we?!?!?!

Yo, this blog is gonna be fairly short. I just want to talk to yall NIGGERS!!! Notice the "er" at the end. So understand I mean that in the most vile context possible. Out in in the city of brotherly thugs...oops I mean love...young NIGGERS have lost their minds. "Flash Mobs" have been popping up all over the city. Well not all over the city...mostly in the downtown area. But during these "flash mobs" they aren't singing a cool song or doing a dance. No, these NIGGERS...no let me invoke the spirit of my racist brethren Mel Gibson...thes PACKS OF NIGGERS are jumping on unsuspecting people...beating them over the head and in some cases making off with their shit. Really? Thats the part of the movie we're in? But not only that...these PACKS OF NIGGERS don't have the heart to run up on young strapping lads(such as myself) shit, they aint even running up on other black folk. Nah, they beating up old white people. LOL. Now, if you are a stupid NIGGER from Philly, sit down and let me learn you. I'm from Pittsburgh. A surprisingly racist northern city...if you wanna know how real that shit can get from a racial standpoint, drive 5 hours west.

When its all said and done, what is gonna occur is some makeshift marshall law. How long do you really thing white people are gonna stand for young NIGGERS whooping on middle to upper clase white folk? The answer is, not long. They done strutted the latest victim out...some doughboy lookin white dude with two black eyes, a fucked up lip, and swollen jaw. NIGGERS take heed, that is the SOS signal. Next thing you know some little black kid is gonna get shot dead in the street. And his welfare collecting mama is gonna be on the tv lighting candles asking the city what happened. Uhhh...bitch...Cause you got 11 fuckin kids your son wasn't getting enough attention and ran out and flashed mobbed on the wrong person(no...seriously...one of the little NIGGERS involved was 11 years old with 10 siblings)

In closing, I don't want to see any young black people die because they are not getting enough attention elsewhere *shameless plug*(check my homie Ninos blog Worldly Weighs at www.worldlyweighs.wordpress.com he spits some real shit on there...and his most recent jawn is about this kind of shit in particular. Also, check out Rants Raves, and Sunny Days...she spits some ill shit on her most recent jawn about these punk ass flash mobs. I would tell you to follow me on Twitter...but that seems a little douchey...but if you want to I'm @drsteezenstein

Oh...before I forget Shout out to my homegirl Ashley...she is a new reader and square convert...yall treat her right...

I'm out

Falling the Fuck Back

What it look like good folk? Its your humble square Steez back and probably better than ever. Before I blast off...I want to take a moment to shout out my Cousin Marcus Burns. Today would have been his 25th birthday. I miss you every day lil cuz...see you when I get there. This blog is dedicated to you. On that note, I'm gonna get right into it...Shall we.

Take a look at the picture above. That is Alexander O'neal. Yes...Mr. If you were hear tonight....Sunshine...the suave looking dark skinned homie from the 80's. Thats what he looks like now. After decades of drug abuse he has basically ruined whatever he had left after his career went belly up. And that is the focus of this entry. Knowing when to fall the fuck back.

Friday will be my last day in family court. Child support has been established. And after 2 very bitter custody hearings, I am deciding to drop my custody suit agains BT. I will also be refusing any court ordered visitations. Bottom line if me and that cunt can't work something out that is fair for both parties AND the kids, then fuck it, nothing will be worked out. I am officially falling back. She will get her child support(which equals her monthly income), and I will be moving on with my life. I still love my kids and I will think of them every day. But this fight was destroying me. As the great chicken peddler Kenny Rogers once said..."you gotta know when to hold em and know when to fold em". I emerged from a 7 year marriage with 100 pounds that I didn't have before...and a blood pressure condition...and a nigga that is prone to have anxiety attacks. So before that OTHER attack comes...I'm bowing out gracefully. I think this is a practice that everyone should consider. When I go to court, or when I saw BT....she looked FUCKED UP. This battle is effecting her as much as it is me. But she don't have shit to lose or shit to look forward to so she has decided to "ride it til the wheels fall of" even to her own detriment. Well, I'm a little smarter than that. I'm young and pretty. I aint fitna lose that over som slovenly do nothin bitch...or even over my beautiful kids. Feel me?

I'm out

P.S. One last shout out to Marcus a.k.a. Big Boy. I love you homie...and also R.I.P to Romel Harris SR.

Tell 'Em Maury

What it look like folk? Its the main blogging square back, with a special Fathers Day edition of these here chronicles. How about I been out of work all week with some weird pink eye like infection in both eyes. Aint that about a bitch? I'm somewhat better though. I had a couple anxiety attacks earlier this week worrying about the security of my job. But all in all I feel a lot better. Now, lets get on with this blog.....shall we?!?!?!

"Happy fathers day to all the fathers who deserve it. And also to all the single mothers out there doing their thing". Now for all of you out there with a Facebook page. You have probably seen this post or posts like it every fathers day for the past few years. Allow me to be ther first to say...FUCK YOU to anyone that ever posts some shit like this. As a father not only do I find this insulting, but also irresponsible, and dangerous. Lets be very clear, I am the product of a single mother. I admire her for her strength and perseverance in providing the best life she could for my brother and I. I love her beauty, sensitivity, and yes her sterness(as I needed that a LOT...lol). But never once in my 28 years did I confuse any quality she brought to the table as a substitution for having a father in my life. A MOTHER CANNOT BE A FATHER. Period. Unless bitches are now giving out Y chromosomes its not only physically impossible, it is also just another way for black women(sorry, I don't hear too many white women accepting happy fathers day wishes) to give themselves an extra, and most times unwarranted pat on the back.

Lets examine the statement "happy fathers day to all the fathers who deserve it". What kind of bullshit is that? Who are WE to say what father deserves what? Shouldn't that be up to that mans child/children? Let me put it this way, this will be the second straight fathers day that I will not be seeing my children. No, this time it is not due to the treachery of a bitch. I'm sick and chose to not take the risk of infecting my children. But as I sit here and type this, I am in the midst of a brutally bitter custody battle. One where Bitch Treachery has painted me to not only be an unreliable, but also an uncaring father. Fine all is fair in love and war. She also paints me to be a deadbeat. Okay, cool. But just last year I recieved a card and SEVERAL gifts from her. The card read "even though we are having our differences, you are still a GREAT father to the kids". What a difference a year makes. Or, what a difference a nigga waking up and leaving a sorry, do nothin, bitch makes. Take your pick. But when its all said and done, I don't give a fuck what she, her mama, my mama, or any of you think. My kids love and appreciate me. Though they are in the middle of this bullshit and are hearing an adverse opinion about me from all the crazy people they are around every day, every time I see them they know that daddy cares for them and loves them, and will do anything for them(even be persecuted by their mother and her unscrupulous lawyer).

"To all the single mothers doing their thing". What does that even mean? Feeding, clothing, and generally caring for your kids? Thats what you're supposed to be doing. So, cause a nigga aint around its fully acceptable to throw in the towel and not do shit for your kid? So if you DO pick up the slack, you are all of a sudden doing something special? Yeah....okay. As black people we need to realize that our families have been destroyed by this very ideology. That we all have to be separate. Force the man to leave, let mommy and the kids struggle....That shit has to stop. Every black man that I personally associate with is a damn good father. I know there are millions of more like them...and like me. So take today, to give them props. Women, take pride in knowing that your man is the shit. And if he aint around...so the fuck what. You know in your heart what you're doing.

I'm out

I'm Baaaack

What it look like folk? Guess...guess...guess who's back? I know I know....listen...shit been hectic for a dude. But the Boss Square is back with these chronicles...what more could you want? I'm not fitna bore yall with whats goin on in Philly..its hot as fuck and bitches is naked....lets get on with the chronicles....Shall We?!?!

Man listen. Shit been crazy since I last checked in. Been in court with BT...got the kids on a few weekends...found out them lil...*ahem*...them kids were sent to my house to spy on me? LOL. Yo...there is so much I'm leaving out...see yall 7/16 with all the intimate details. But in short...I got a new Batcave...and am stunting on that bitch in a way she can't handle. Her lawyer is a dick....she got a jheri curl, and looks like a butch dyke(sorry to all my dyke readers...but its true). All in all I'm keeping it real square. But I wanted to add on to my last post...the Sally Hemmings shit....yo...I know a lot of yall niggas don't read(unless its 9-2-5....'preciate it) but seriously...go read about Sally Hemmings. There are too many of yall on some house nigga/let the white man save me shit. Lemme learns ya....so I go to court...get some temporary order so I can see my babies. BT don't like it...her WHITE lawyer files to have the temporary order reconsidered. LOL...well in that instance I chose to forgo my overnight visits with the kids. No sooner I do that this bitch lawyer sends shit to MY lawyer trying to negotiate a deal? You gotta be kidding me...you fuckin jiggaboo...porch sittin...house nigga. I reject whatever you gotta offer. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and the stall you keep it in. Dig me? Well, I don't have much else to spit about right now...but I'ma have something for yall real soon and I promise I won't leave yall this dry for this long. Just wanted to catch yall up...

I'm out.

The Sally Hemmings Syndrome

What it look like good folk? I am your favorite square, Steez, and I am happy to welcome you to the 100th entry to these here chronicles. Some of you have been reading for years....others, for weeks. Either way, I'm glad you are reading. And I'm sure you have laughed or been pissed off at what I have said on here. Or maybe a mixture of both. Either way...I appreciate it. Now, lets get on with these here chronicles....shall we?!?!

Well well well....I guess it is fitting that this monumental entry be about a huge crossroad in my life. Thats right...yesterday Bitch Treachery locked horns for the first time in family court over the custody of our children. I won't get too into detail about it here, but I will say that the outcome yesterday wasn't what I was totally asking for...it was definitely in my favor. The fight isn't over but I am pleased. Not to leave you guys totally in the dark I can give you some highlights. Upon hearing the decision Bitch Treacherys lawyer had an outburst that I've never seen on this side of Law and Order. He not only called me a liar...but he also called the magistrate a liar as well. Everyone in the room got a trip to Bitch Treacherys fantasy land, one where she got up and cooked for the kids, and was the only one that could be relied upon for the well being of the kids. LOL. It was quite the ride.

But now for the issue at hand. Being in family court was a very disheartening experience as a black man. Let me just offer some advice to any of my male readers that may one day go through family court be it for a divorce, custody, or child support. HIRE AN ATTORNEY!!! Seriously. Dudes was in up in there with they mama, with they cousin, best homie...hell one dude looked like he was in there with his OTHER baby mama. Guess who did have lawyers though? The broads. This was a sad thing to see...black women using a white man, to tear down a black man. I wonder if they ever stop to think what their lawyer thinks of them and their inability to govern their families? Now, I know, it doesn't matter if a black man, a black woman, or a white person approves of your familial decisions or not...but considering what society at large thinks about the black family, I just cant bring myself to hire a white lawyer to represent me in this kind of matter, it just wouldn't sit right with me.

It gets deeper, so after the magistrate asked my attorney what I was asking for, and and Bitch Treacherys lawyer shot it down, Her and I were sent out of the room. While we sit here in the lobby, 2 adults, 2 parents...as we sat out there shooting each other venomous stairs...and sneaking peeks at each others attire for future reporting and possible ridicule to our friends and family...3 other people sat in a room discussing the fate of our children. Children that we made together...children that the people in the room have never met or heard speak. The kids that I swaddled in the maternity ward....or kissed their "boo boos"...taught to moonwalk....and drank imaginary tea with. All of a sudden because of the bullshit between us, our parental "rights" were taken.

The funny thing about all of this is, in most instances, young black couples can't work out issues because the woman "knows" she has the court on her side. So, worst case scenario she can run and get the white man on dude...and he will pay up. But at the end of the day...all she really is is a house nigga being used for massas amusement.

I'm out

The Fork in the Road

What it look like good folk? It's ya square Dr. Steezenstein...F Steez if you nasty. How yall doing. I had planned on dropping a double feature last week. But I didn't feel like it(blame my head not my heart). I do have a lot of shit I want to touch on...but I'm still formatting the thoughts. Yall know me, maybe you'll get a blog on it, maybe not. Its officially spring time here in Philly...and you know what that means....Its cold as SHIT!!!! But enough about me...yall came for these here chronicles...so lets get on to them...Shall we?!?!?!

So...what has happened since we last spoke...oh yeah...everyones favorite hoodrat/baby mama/check bitch...BT has sued yours truly for Child Support. LOL. Aint that about a bitch treachery? Without getting too into the legalities...the treacherous bitch in question is saying I abandoned her and she cant take care of HERSELF, and is seeking to reap the "economic benefits" of being my wife. What economic benefits? Ma Steez, Dunndada, and the homies held me down when my square paycheck didn't stretch in the elastic fashion that she needed it to. But this blog is not only for me...but for squares in my position.

Look at the pic above....there he is, my idol, Rae Carruth. A man that had had enough and decided he wasn't gonna take anymore. LOL. Nah. But real rap, how many guys have had those same thoughts? Right or wrong. I know some of the shit that I dealt with, with BT, in some Islamic countries I would be legally bound to kill her. But here in the U.S. I can't even smack the bitch. But what I want to speak about is the fork in the road. The point before the eventual slapping or killing(depending on your location). 9 times out of 10 the fork comes before you put your dick in the broad. That moment that every man reading this has had. You're holding the condom...looking at the bitch...looking at the condom...looking at the bitch. Then you hear her say some bullshit like "you can go raw". 8 pumps and 45 seconds later(don't judge me), you're sitting there looking like Tobias Beacher in the pod with Schillinger on some "what the fuck just happened" shit. At this point you are past the fork.

All jokes aside, every man is face with choices when dealing with a broad. Those blatant should I, shouldn't I moments. In reality you probably get hit with SEVERAL of them over a period of time. I guess nature knows men are stupid and will keep showing us that there are other options. In any event, I know there are times when you are hearing two voices...one of a treacherous bitch...the other of your mom, brother, priest...Sonic the hedgehog...fuck it...I don't know...but all I know is don't just dismiss that other voice because the bitch you are currently hunched over is telling you its okay. It could be a matter of life and death......

Oh...one more thing...I think back to when people would ask me "how did you know that she(BT) was the one for you" I would wax poetically...but a lot of times I would say some bullshit like "I just knew" or "I felt it in my gut". Now, I'm a lot fatter now than I was when I got married...but lookin in a mirror...my gut and my dick aren't all that far apart....yet my gut and heart are pretty far...and my gut and my brain? forget about it....So I wonder where I really felt it? Whatever part it was...is most likely joining up with the other parts of me that are wondering how I can acquire a firearm, getaway car and alibi.....

I'm out

A Wise Woman Once Told Me...

What it look like good folk? Its ya favorite square Steez, back at you with some chronicles. Fresh off a little stay-cation here in the illadelph. The past few days have had me preparing for a fall without football...what can I do? Maybe yall can get at me with some suggestions. Anywho, lets get down to bidness as I spit these here Chronicles....shall we?!?!?!

"The grass is always greener on the other side. What most people don't know is that there is shit in it too". This is a paraphrase of a saying that a wise woman told me. I find it to be very true. Nothing is as good as it seems. But, what happens when you notice the shit? In other words...when you see something is fucked up...how do you react? The majority of you that read this, have either not seen me in years. Or never met me in person. So aside from reading these words whenever I decide to drop them, you have no idea how deep the rabbit hole known as BT goes. Well, let me learn ya. Since the time that the whole saga with Bitch Treachery began, I have been chipped away at, emotionally, mentally, financially, and physically. Aside from gaining over 100 pounds during the course of my sham of a marriage. My emotional and mental fragility of the time led me to care less and less about my physical appearance. This is no feel sorry for Steez party....I'm feeling like a million bucks. But I'm just setting the table.

It was brought to my attention recently by someone close to me that during my moments of most turmoil, there were people that found humor in my unfortunate situation. Now, at first I brushed this off. But after some more thought it kinda angered me. Not because of who said anything about me. They can all kiss my ass and write a love song about it. But the reason I was perturbed is because, if people had known what I was going through would they still have mocked me? These particular people? Probably. But the average person? Do we really sit and think about the next person before we cast our judgment? No matter how correct it may be on the surface. I hear a lot of bullshit come out of peoples mouths on a daily basis. But the problem comes when the target of the criticism reacts.

"You don't know what I been through....Hell, I might go through you"(c) Andre 3000
More people should heed this line. Lobbing criticism at the wrong person can be fatal. In this era of hypersensitivity about EVERYTHING...fucking with someone with an actual problem is damn near suicidal. Take me for instance. When I was staying with BT, I liken every day that I was there to a war vet living behind enemy lines. Anything could have happened at any time. When I think about the mindset that I carried into every day...it gives me chills. Would you fuck with a shellshocked 'Nam vet? Bottom line, I don't cry any tears for the bully that gets his eye blacked.

When its all said and done...people are gonna be malicious to other people. And those other people are gonna occasionally fuck up their offenders. What we all need to know is...The edge is closer for a lot people than you may think. Go listen to Melle Mel before pushing them....

I'm out

Which Way is Up?

What it look like good folk? You know who it is. If not, allow me to introduce myself..My name is Steez...and I'm a square. Good evening family. I'm sitting here 2 hours out the gym, and still sweating. Aint that a bitch(oops...can I say that word?..I'll explain later.) Anywho...not much going on over here...so lets get down to these chronicles...shall we?

So this morning on my way to work, I flip past the Star and Bucwild show. They were discussing this song "Open Letter to Lil Wayne". I listened for a minute, but since I didn't know what the fuck they were talking about it was boring so I changed to ESPN sports radio. Well, thanks to the internet, I saw a lot of my facebook friends put the video for this song up on their pages. My brother also personally emailed me a link to the video(Good look Dunndada). Well for those of you that haven't seen the video or heard the song...its 2 little girls(ages 10 and 9) airing their grievances with Mr. Dwayne Carter, finding fault with his misogyny, materialism, and drug use and references. Basically, they rehashed any argument that has been lobbied against hip hop from all of its detractors for the past 20 years. Now, I am in no way knocking the little girls for speaking up on a topic they feel strongly about. Actually, I commend them for that. But its the grown ups that I have a problem with.

"9 millimeter/and meat cleavers/in two seaters/I don't blame you/I wouldn't let Hailey listen to me neither". This is a line from Eminems song "My Dad's Gone Crazy". In this line he is basically making fun of all the idiots that let their kids listen to his painfully adult content, then turn around and blame him for them acting like adults and doing wild shit. This is actually my favorite line of his. Not because of the flow...not because of some wordplay...but because of the honesty. In this letter to little wayne, the girls reference his daughter. Something about her being a queen and him not calling her a bitch. LOL. I would wager that his daughter RARELY hears any of the music that has made her a young millionaire. But for some reason, the girls that wrote this song know a multitude of his lyrics. See what I'm getting at? I am no Lil Wayne fan, but hey...he makes music that people like. He makes music for adults. Kids shouldn't be subjected to what he's saying. And if they are? Buyer beware....If your kid stumbles upon your porn stash(don't act like you don't have one)...Do you get mad at Lexington Steele? No...just hide that shit better next time.

Next, The word BITCH....honestly, us as black people need to get the hell over this one. Well in particular, black women. If you're walking down the street and you hear someone say "murderer!!!" do you answer them? Well, if you've never killed anyone I would hope not. Listen, just because YOU aren't a bitch, doesn't mean bitches don't exist. And guess what...I've met more girls that I'd like to call bitches than ones I would refer to as queens. Sorry. This is not to say that dudes should just be calling all women bitches...but really? Who cares? If you aint a bitch, don't answer to the name.

In the song, the young women cite Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, and I think India.Arie as inspirations. See, this is a fuckin problem to me. This goes to show that too many people are judging books by the cover and not the words inside. Is Lil Wayne an idiot pretty much any time he gets in front of the camera? Yes. Are his lyrics inane to the point of being insulting? Absolutely. But do we know anything about his personal life? Not really. One thing I can say about him is that from everything I've seen, he is a pretty good father. Now...lets address Ms. Hill. Yeah, she sings a lot of pretty songs. Sips tea, and seems righteous. But lets be honest...she is a woman that has had long term relationships with TWO married men, having children with one of them. Somehow, this turned out to be the mens fault...fair enough. Now on to Miss "on and on Badu". This is a great singer, beautiful woman, that has 3 children by 3 different men, all out of wedlock. Now the wedlock part is neither here nor there. But, I could wager that if you went through history and looked up a bunch of Queens, not many are gonna be popping out kids for every nigga she meets with a nice smile and a record deal.

In closing, props to any person that stands up for whatever they believe in. But before you subject everyone else to it...it would be best to do a little homework first

I'm out....

Return to Randomocities

What it look like good folk? Its me, ya favorite square blogger goin upside your head with some more of these here chronicles ya dig? I hope this blog finds all of you well. I'm sittin here after a hellacious jiu jitsu class...sore. But its all to the good...after 2 weeks of better eating and consistant excercise, I can say I've lost about 17 pounds. Good shit...lemme get a round of applause...thank you thank you you're too kind. I didn't have much to say today...just felt like getting at yall with some random shit I got on my mind, so lets get down to these chronicles...shall we?

1. Crotchless should be an option on all female clothing

2. I'm gonna find the muhfucka that puts the tv shows on the display flatscreens in Target. Everytime I'm in the electronics department, EVERY TV they have is playing highlights of the Steelers losing the SuperBowl.

3. I want some of the herb Beyonce was smoking when she said Fela Kuti is an inspiration for her music.

4. I need to check ESPN...I'm pretty sure I was traded to the Milwaukee Bucks today.

5. Speaking of the NBA...all you niggas need to understand...Jay Z doesn't make ANY decisions for the Nets.

6. I am disturbed by the number of females that think men give a fuck about eyelashes

7. I'm even more disturbed by the number of men that think women are attracted to arched eyebrows.

8. I still aspire to be famous enough to be a guest star on the Simpsons

9. I miss eating french fries more than I miss drinking beer

10. How come none of the "Basketball Wives" are married

11. When is Jennifer Hudson gonna admit to having a gastric bypass and an eating disorder?

11. Fantasia and Keyshia Cole should combine their reality shows and title it "Countdown Til These Bitches Go Broke"

12. What is Lafleur Lafleur Eshkoshka

13. There should be a breakfast cereal based on Brownies.

14. Ben Affleck should be beaten for ruining the book The Town the way he did

15. For the first time in years I don't feel like I'm gaming enough

16. Standing at the work printer and having your phone go off with the ringtone "City Wit No Hoes" by Max B is the definition of wavy

17. What is your porn name?

18. I'm Out.....

Nowhere...Nothing

What it look like good folk? Its ya main square Dr. Steezenstein...at your service. I'm currently getting over some flu like ailment that completely ruined my Valentines plans. Ah well, I'm here now. Hope all yall have been well since we last spoke. Yo...how about Uncle Sam took my income tax return. LOL...yeah the student loan issue finally caught up. Oddly enough I'm not really givin a fuck about that. Maybe I will later...but not now. But lets get on to this here blog...shall we?

Well family, this edition of the chronicles finds your old host in a bit of an emotional pickle. Since everything with with Bitch Treachery has been bobsledding down that slippery slope, this here blog has been one of my few true outlets. I can come on here, say what I want...and nobody judges me. Well, you probably do...but until you get your own blog..who cares what you think. LOL. But, my day to day life is much different. I don't have much to call my own anymore. And honestly I don't know how I feel about that. I'm definitely not as sad or angry as I once was...but is replacing that with indifference or trepidation the way to go? Probably not.

Since leaving married life behind...and all the turmoil that mine brought, I find myself trying to shoehorn myself back into normalcy. Or at least what I believe normal should be. Through it all, I still haven't found a sturdy shoulder to cry on, a stoic face to confide in, or a bleeding heart to tell my story. But quite the opposite, since I have escaped life from behind enemy lines, I have become the equivalent of a war vet with PTSD. I get a pat on the back and a "get back in the game kiddo".

A few years ago, I went to counseling. And the psychiatrist told me that I had "separation anxiety"(whatever that means). Here I am...for the second time in 10 years SEPARATED from everything that I believed to be true..and I'll be damned if I'm not feeling anxious. This time feels differnt though. I feel more and more alone...more and more isolated. Hiding among the crowd I guess.

I don't really have a point to any of this...just some shit that has been on my mind and heart. I'm sure plenty of you have felt the same at one point or another...if so...raise your hand...if not? you probably stopped reading 2 paragraphs ago

I'm out.

Getting That Old Thing Back

What it look like good folk? Its that square guy Steez back at yall with more L7 material. Last we spoke the Steelers were bout to get off in the Jets ass...LOL...not really but...we won...and going to the superbowl...kiss the ring. I'm sitting here on a chilly night in Philadelphia, on the heals of a lil snow storm. Had the day off yesterday due to the weather, I was gonna get at yall then, but between shoveling the Baron out and sittin on my ass I didn't get around to it. But I'm here now and thats all that counts right? Right...so lets get on with his blog thing....shall we?!?!?!

Now, the title of this blog may be decieving. No this is not about getting back with your ex. I don't believe in that type of shit really. Nor do I know how to properly do it without fucking up both or your lives. So, you gon' have to go elsewhere for that blog. This particular entry is about the roles we take(or refuse) within the confines of our relationships. Now lemme preface all of this by saying, I really don't care who does what or how...but I think muhfuckas should be consistant with whatever path they choose.

As time goes on, and I discuss my divorce with other people, I notice a lot of young women not necessarily siding with BT, but trying to see her point of view. Which is fine, I want people to be objective. But don't kick that "you just left her with the kids" bullshit at me. Because if I woulda took them it would be "you can't take a womans kids". Feel me. So I ask...what are the roles in modern relationships? Many young women(especially black women) get caught up on being "independent" whatever the fuck that means. Basically saying they aren't relying on a man for shit. I can dig that. But the same women complain to me how they meet men that don't want to take them out and or pay for things. I had a chick say to me today "how are these guys gonna expect us(women) to be all open sesame with our legs. But I couldn't get nobody to shovel my snow". To which I asked "are you implying you called a guy to come over your house and shovel?" She didn't really answer...but I thought the idea of that was fucked up at its core. There is nothing fundamentally wrong with calling a guy and asking him that. If in return he can one day call you to come over his house and cook a meal. Right?

I see nothing wrong with the archaic way of doing things. In fact, I would have definitely preferred them over the bullshit I dealt with. Growing up with my grandparents, I saw my grandmother run my grandfathers bathwater(before he got home) fix his meals etc. I saw my grandfather return the favor. Ma Steez was a single mother for the majority of my childhood, but once she got with my step dad, she became a wife and conducts herself as such...cooking cleaning shopping. The same can be said of my aunt. Is there anything wrong with this? No. Are they less womanly or independent than these young bitches with B.A.s or whatever other certification? No. Not in my eyes at least. Bottom line we can be old fashioned. I will go out, kill something, and bring it home. But your ass better be there to cook it and do the dishes. If that doesn't suit you? Fine...we can be the Obamas. Makes me no difference. But you can't be Michelle when its time to cook a meal, and Ma Kettle when its time to pay for one.

To Love, Honor, and Obey. That is a line in most wedding vows. For whatever reason, the younger generation of women(black women) want to exclude the word "obey". To which I say "bullshit". What is wrong with being obediant to the person you are pledging your life to? If you trust them enough to marry them, shouldn't you trust them enough to obey what they tell you, trusting that they won't instruct you to do some wild shit? Now men, you aren't off the hook...because I believe respect goes both ways...and to be respected by your woman you should also prove that you are someone that deserves respect. If you are an aint shit nigga...you can't expect your woman to be Claire Huxtable.

All in all, we need to begin to define what we want up front. But more importantly we have to also address what we are and aren't willing to do. If you are an urban professional woman...do ya thing girl. But let your man know that before trying to tie him down. You never know...he may be looking for June Cleaver.

I'm out......

Brother from Another Planet

What it look like good folk? Its ya main square..Steez...Dr. Steezenstein...Sir Steezly of Homewood, if you're not into the whole brevity thing. TGIF....its been a long week, I hope you all made it through without killing anyone...and if today is your payday...go git yaself something nice...I'm sure you deserve it...if not? Pass off. I'm sitting here, freshly tatted, nice and sore. But I'm happy with the product. For those of you in the City of Brotherly Thugs..oops I mean Love, if you lookin for some good quality ink for not too much money...hit up my man Coney Island Joe off of Aramingo ave. The boy is official. I plan on giving him more square bidness in the future, I suggest if you wanna get tatted an you in the 215 you should do the same. Also, I wanna give a shoutout to errrbody out in my hometown of Pittsburgh...I need yall to band together and cheer on the Steelers on Sunday. We loaned the trophy out for a year...time to get it back...underdig? Now, on to these here chronicles...shall we?!?!?!

There comes a time in a mans life where you want to progress. But something that I've realized as I mature is that to grow you have to take some sort of inventory. Look at yourself through honest eyes so to speak. I was kinda forced to do this today. It was kinda wild too cause I had to come to terms with my own blackness...Well not my blackness per se...but my hoodness. I realized that in the eyes of a lot of my brothas and sistas, I'm damn near white. LOL. I'ma give yall a list of things that brought all of this out...and I encourage yall to look deep into yourselves. Here are my confessions

1. I don't know how to play Cee-Low
2. I don't know how to play Spades
3. I have never been jumped or participated in the jumping of anyone else
4. I have never knowingly or unknowingly paid for an abortion
5. I have never read a book with the words Thug, Hustla, Gangsta, or Wifey in the title
6. To my knowledge I've never had a "boo" nor have I been one
7. Until last summer I've never owned a pair of Jordans
8. I would much rather eat regular Corn Flakes than Fruity Pebbles
9. I aside from playing Money Mike or A Pimp Named Slickback I don't find Katt Williams funny
10. Or Mike Epps
11. Or Monique
12. I don't get Amber Rose...yeah I get it she's a white girl with a fat ass...my desire to bang white women has not advanced to the point where I can look past the fact that she looks like she has every STD imaginable
13. Jay Z is overrated...hold up...actually lemme take that back..only white people like him now.
14. Or Steve Harvey

I'm out....

Top Shelf Mentality

What it look like good folk? Its ya boy Steez. Back givin you some more of these chronicles. I was gonna drop this joint yesterday....but it was Martin Loofah da KANG!!! birthday....so I figured I wasn't gonna do a damn thing. But here I am. So why don't we get to these here chronicles....shall we?!?!?!?!

Those of you that know me know that today marks 2 straight months of me not having any alcohol(Shut up Tis). In any event I was gonna blog about THAT...but why? Yall don't give a fuck. So in my usual square way, I decided to add a little flare to it. Now, in my time drinking, I tried to stick as close to the top shelf quality alcohol as I could(or as much as my pockets would allow me). Unfortunately, as evidenced in these very blogs, that same mentality didn't apply to the people that I dealt with. So here...I'm gonna give yall some different levels of personalities of people...and how you should or shouldn't deal with them...get ya pen..

1. Bottom Shelf. These are the fortified wine muhfuckas that you know....Mad Dog, Manischewitz, Sisco etc...Also your Joaquin vodka and Vladamir, and Bankers Club. These people are fuckin TOXIC. You should avoid them at all costs. Most times they will come around when you are at your lowest points. They seem like a good fuckin idea...just to have some fun..escape reality. Until you wake up on a sweat soaked mattress, with a pounding headache and a pair of glittery panties on your head wondering what the fuck you did last night. With a little luck the damage isn't permanent and you can move on. Bottom line, if you are this low, you need to find a hobby or take up a craft.

2. Mid grade. These are your Absolut, Seagrams, Captain Mo(for my white folk and all you black people that hung around too many white people in college), Jose Cuervo. These are your sturdy every day muhfuckas. They will always be there for you. They won't exactly ENHANCE your life...but they won't fuck it up either. Most people you know will fall into this category. They will be there when you lose your job and need an upper...or to help you celebrate winning the lottery. They will fight with you...and give you the shoulder to cry on. They are very easy to take...some of them are a little stronger than others and you may be only to take them in doses...or mixed with others. But They will never let you down. Just like you got that bottle of Abso tucked away...make sure you keep 2 or 3 muhfuckas like this in the tuck...

3. Top Shelf. These are your Grey Gooses(fuck you Diddy and Ciroc), Henny, Courvoisier, 1800. These people are EXCEPTIONAL. They are also very rare. Just being around them makes YOU feel better...look better..act better. These are the muhfuckas that let you know you look like a fuckin fool in those skinny jeans. Unfortunately, we usually abuse these people. Or just try to put them into other categories. But just like you take a fine cognac in a snifter...let it breathe..appreciate the smoky notes and vanilla bite. You have to truly savor these people in your life. These are the people you will grow old with. That appreciate you when nobody else does. Sometimes it will feel like you don't even deserve them. And you probably don't. But you have to roll with it anyway. Sit back and enjoy it.

I'm out....

I Got a Bridge to Sell Ya

What it look like good folk? Its ya boy Steez, right back at yall with these chronicles. Just coming off a pretty intense jiu jitsu class...sore in a lot of spots. I'm just sippin a Gatorade, waiting for all these playoff games to start. I had a few things on my mind, so I decided, what would be better than to share it with my fam a lam....so lets get on with these Chronicles....shall we?

So I was sitting around thinking about platonic friendships. Well actually I was talking to Ma Steez and the thought came to my head. I realized that throughout my life, as long as I can remember, my mother never had any male friends. She had, guys she dealt with...and guys that wanted to deal with her. That was about it. There was no random niggas just hangin around. No Mr. Davids. Nothing. Then I thought about my aunts...same thing. Co workers? sure...guys they grew up with...of course...but there was nobody they tagged "friend". Then I looked at myself, and EVERYONE in my age group. We ALL got platonic friends. Why? Are we more sophisicated? Emphatically NO!!!! So why? Why is it okay for all of us to have real relationships and also these "friendships" on the side? I got some ideas.

1. Ego. Of people in my age group I don't know one muhfucka that don't want someone telling them how fly they are, or how fly they used to be...or how fly they can be. I've noticed that with us diving into serious relationships so haphazardly the ego stroke of just being in a committed relationship seems to die off hella quick. So we tend to want to keep a bunch of people around that remind us that we are still the shit. Fucked up...I know...but thats just something I noticed...something I myself am guilty of.

2. Selfishness. I've noticed that NOBODY really wants their significant other to have platonic friends. But at the same time, WE want to have them. So how can we honestly ask someone to do something that we arent willing to do ourselves. This is some dangerous bullshit. What we seem to not understand is...fuck the little people we grew up with. LOL. Really...In all reality half the people I "know" I wouldn't have any contact with if not for facebook. Last I checked I was doing just fine without them...and they were okay without me. But now that we CAN associate, we feel that we SHOULD...but for what? See #1.

So there is the agreement. The funny thing about it is. Neither party ever says that it is okay for the other person to entertain these friendships. Most of the time, its "I don't care". But you know you do. To be fair, most of the friendships are just that. But what about the 1 that isn't? How do you handle that? You don't...why? Because of the agreement....we sit and bicker...feeding insecurity like a Mogwai after midnight....then it becomes a fuckin Gremlin. Oops.....

I'm Out.....

His-story

What it look like folk?!?!?! Guess who? You damn right....its ya favorite square, Steez. And I'm back at yall with some more of these 925 Chronicles. In fact this is the first entry of the new year. I know a lot of yall missed me...some more than others. I'm not even gonna apologize about missing time...I'm just gonna make it up to yall with these chronicles. Before I get started, I would like yall to know....being that its a new year..I'm feeling revitalized...re energized...way more positive. I'm gonna try some different things with this blog...just to keep it crispy for yall and keep my readers on they toes...underdig? As always your input is always welcome...get at me if you have an idea on blog topics or anything like that...aiiight? But thats that....lets get on to these chronicles....shall we?!?!?!

As we sit here at the beginning of a new year...I find myself looking forward. Trying to move on to bigger and better things. But as always, as I'm sure it is with a lot of folk, the past has a way of rearing its head(sometimes that muthafucka isn't even ugly...other times its unsightly). I've always prided myself on not having a rear view as it pertains to life. Simply put, things in the past, stay there. But no matter how hard I try...some things, and people, keep resurfacing. So much so that I have to ask why. Is it fate? Prolly not. If it was, wouldn't fate have saw to it that I never let the person or thing go to begin with?

Something I've realized, in all of my inter personal relationships, I am typically the youngest person involved. I attribute my always looking forward to whats next to that. Its funny, when I talk to my committee...they be thinking back on old cartoons, clothing, music, toys etc. I am usually really quiet. Not because I haven't experienced these things...or because I am running from anything. But mainly, I don't really care about that kind of stuff. I fondly think about the past but rarely do I want to revisit it. That is no knock on those that do. But when I think about the past I always am reminded of a few things:
1. How much I fucked up in the past

which leads to

2. How fucked up my present is

which makes me think

3. how much I fear fucking up in the future

Now I know that not everyone thinks like this. If they did, there wouldn't be a Hub network.

Recently the past revisited me. And much like Ebeneezer Scrooge...it scared me almost to death...well, in reality it scared me to life. For the first time, looking my past in the face...I was able to look at my present...and embrace it. I guess there is a first time for everything huh.....Maybe I'll watch some Marshall Bravestarr before I go to bed....

I'm out.