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.