The 9-2-5 Chronicles

Word Son?!?!?!

2011-08-23T15:59:00.001-07:00

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

2011-08-21T15:54:00.001-07:00

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

2011-08-05T15:38:00.001-07:00

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

2011-07-11T15:09:00.001-07:00

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

2011-06-18T07:45:00.000-07:00

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

2011-06-10T16:15:00.000-07:00

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

2011-04-12T18:01:00.001-07:00

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

2011-03-30T16:21:00.000-07:00

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...

2011-03-14T18:18:00.000-07:00

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?

2011-03-02T18:40:00.000-08:00

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

2011-02-24T18:28:00.001-08:00

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

2011-02-16T15:45:00.001-08:00

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

2011-01-28T16:50:00.001-08:00

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

2011-01-21T16:20:00.001-08:00

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

2011-01-18T18:06:00.001-08:00

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

2011-01-15T12:03:00.001-08:00

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

2011-01-14T18:32:00.001-08:00

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.

Things Fall Apart

2010-12-13T15:21:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez...your favorite square back with some more of these chronicles. The temperature here in the City of Brotherly Thugs...my bad..I mean Love, is dropping. No snow yet...good thing...I'm still sore from all the shoveling I did last winter. But I'm sure its coming. Whatever. But I'm gonna get right on to bidness...Shall we?!?!?!

I'm in a very contemplative mood right now. The past few days I've been thinking about marriage. Not just mine for once. But I have realized that a lot of young people have been getting married. Not just young people, but young black people especially. The majority of them have one thing in common. They are fucked up. For whatever reason I know a lot of people 30 and under that are either divorced, or on the urge of it. What the fuck is that about? I've asked a lot of people and the answer has pretty much been the same among all of them. But I still think I'm gonna dissect it a little more here. *This is for you Bosslady82...hope I can answer some questions that I couldn't yesterday*.

First I want to examine the mentality of young black men. This is the easiest since I am a young black man. I know a large factor of me deciding to get married was the fact that I grew up without a father. Now, my mother never outwardly trashed my father. But throughout life, my mother became the template for all virtues in women...so the antithesis of that(my father) had to be all the bad things that could be represented in a man. This may or may not have been true. But it was this mentality that made me decide early on that I wanted to be NOTHING like my father. So when the time came...I found a broad that I liked...she got pregnant...so to be the opposite of that which I taught myself to despise...I got married. As I sit here typing this, I am not living in the same house as my children, and my marriage is over in every way other than legally. I see that I made a terrible mistake based on a half truth. Granted, all accounts show that my father is and was an asshole...I can't help but think what my children will think about me...will they ever truly understand the circumstances that made me leave. Will they care? Only time will tell...

Next, I want to speak on the mentality of black youth. Day in and day out as a black person in America, you are constantly told what you can, can't, will, won't, should, or shouldn't do. And as evidenced in our rap music, saggy pants, and backwards hats, our response has always been a resounding "fuck you". Throughout the late 80's, the entire 90's, and early 2000's we have been told that we are little more than baby mamas and baby daddies. And in more extreme cases we are bucks and breeders. I think there is a subconscious desire to remove those stigmas. I can also attest to this. I looked at my situation as "different", even though it was very much the same. I was a young, undereducated, underprivledged, black male from a single parent home. Can you say "cyclical"?

Also, I'd like to examine the "fantasy". As black people we tend to romanticize a lot of things. I have noticed that a lot of our young people tend to be in love with the idea of being in love. I don't know if we have misunderstood the meaning of love. Or if we have listened to a few too many Mary J. Blige songs. But this shit has gotten really extreme. I would say that things need to scale it back though.

As you noticed I didn't examine the mindset of women...why? I'm not a woman. I have more than enough women readers...so you guys can weigh in in the comment section or on my facebook if you'd like....

I'm out.

Things I Was Taught or Believed(that weren't true)

2010-12-08T16:15:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? Long time no blog...I know I know...I really don't have an excuse either. Well unless you count not having shit to say as an excuse. But here I am. All of yall that have been waiting on a blog should thank The Committee...they came at my neck(pause...no homo) the other day in an extremely aggressive fashion...so here I am. Whats been good? Nothing much over here on the square side of things. Bitch Treachery has been kicked out of our home. I found that kinda funny. I may or may not blog about her in the coming days. Aside from that...I been chillin...So, lets get down to bidness...SHALL WE?!?!?!

So I was sitting here thinking about different things that I've learned throughout life. A lot of which were valid. Others were totally bullshit...and it is those that I will focus on here.

1. "Its not always about you". The fuck if it aint. If its not about me, who else could it possibly be about? I live MY life...based on MY experiences...drawing from MY emotions..MY thoughts...etc. I understand that we do have to take others into consideration from time to time...but ultimately we have to live with ourselves. Right...so it IS always about me...

2. "Human Nature"....that phrase is nonsensical in and of itself. If something is human i.e. drawing off of emotions, thoughts, and feelings...how can it be nature as well? Something admittedly devoid of those things? Human Nature is a very nice way of saying that someone did some bullshit. Check it "Hey why did Jim cheat on Sally"
"Dawg, she was out of town, he got mad horny...you know...its human nature" and the church said, Get the fuck outta here....

3. That Special Ed really had it made. Homie shot this entire video in a junk yard...I know it was the 80's and all...but damn

4. That I was Pro Black....Man I really bought into this shit once upon a time. As time went on, I realized I wasn't pro black, as much as I was anti dumb shit. Which further led me to see that I am not pro black...I'm Anti Nigger. Take that how you want.

5. The gap in my teeth is unattractive. Man...I hated this gap when I was a kid. I got called all kinds of names and such. I wanted braces and the whole 9. Now? I couldn't picture myself without it. And off the books...I think broads like it...*pops collar*

6. That I'm dark skinned. Now walk with me on this one. My mom, brother, aunt, and grandmother are all roughly the color of undercooked cornbread. I'm a burnt sienna brown...but next to them...I looked like Marcus Garvey(maybe thats why I was so pro black...ponders). I have since seen some black people that look like patent leather when they sweat. I mean some real, walking oil spill lookin muhfuckas. With that said...I am not dark skinned.

Well, there is my list for right now...feel free to share some of your own in my comments section...or on my facebook page....aiiight? I promise I won't keep yall waiting for a blog this long next time

I'm out

Still a Slave

2010-11-05T16:44:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk...its ya favorite square Steez back with a special edition of these here chronicles. I'm in a pretty weird place right now so I'm not gonna bullshit in the intro...so lets get down to the blog...shall we?!?!?!

So I just ran to the corner store...also known as a papi store, bodega depending on where you are and how ignant you feel like being concerning the ethnicity of the of the owner. So as I'm cashing out and as I pass my item to the girl behind the bulletproof plexiglass, a young black kid(probably 12 or so) sitting on a stool near the door says to me "do you have a quarter". To which I replied "no". Now I felt kinda fucked up as the lady handed me my change back(none of which was a quarter...but still). No sooner as I feel like a prick, I'm walking past the kid out the door and he says in a voice loud enough for me to hear but low enough that I'm the ONLY person that hears it "its JUST a quarter". WHAT?!?! Little nigga if its JUST a quarter, why don't you have one? If its JUST a quarter, why don't you stand up in them fuckin Polo boots you got...walk yo ass back home and ask your mother or whatever nigga she's laying up with for a quarter.

Now, you are probably looking at the title wondering what this has to do with slavery. In a sense...nothing. But in another...everything. When you think about a slave you think of a person that has nothing that is at the mercy of the people that do. As black people in America we are pretty much the only people that are STILL feeling the effects of the slavery that our ancestors were subjected to. But the cool thing about that, is thats why we are what we are today. Through perseverance we are the creators of an oft misused term "HUSTLE". Granted, this isn't our language and the origins of that word have nothing to do with us. The living example damn sure does though. Coming from something that wretched is what made us so beautiful.

Adversity is something that usually brings out the best in our people. A nigga couldn't get a job, so he started "hacking" or "jitney-ing" fuck it...its a legal way to do what the establishment wouldn't let him. So taking it back to the young kid in the corner store. I think back to being a kid. Here in Philly its about to be winter. Go get you a shovel and make it do what it do. Until then...wash cars...pump gas...help people with their groceries. ANYTHING but begging for some shit. We are larger than that. As black people in America we have been socialized to be everything BUT successful. And while I'm sure that there were always black panhandlers...you look at shit like the Harlem Renaissance...Black Wallstreet in Tulsa Oklahoma...The Hill District in Pittsburgh PA(STEEL CITY STAND UP). You see that our minds and spirits are not easily broken. Fast forward to right now...we got Oprah, Tyler Perry, and of course our President Obama. All people that came from the same bullshit or worse than what we have now...that were told the couldn't do something...so they grabbed their nuts and did it anyway. THAT is our true spirit. Fuck it...as a here in America black people should know better than to ask for anything from anybody. You aint BEEN getting it...cause if you were, then you wouldn't be asking for it now. Feel me?

Well thats it for right now...I had to get that off my chest, so lemme go eat some chicken...lol...no seriously...I'm having chicken for dinner.

I'm out.

How Did We Get Here?!?!?!

2010-11-03T16:06:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Long time no blog. I know, I know, a few of yall have gotten on my ass about how long it took for me to get a blog up. Hey, what can I say? Not much has been going on in my arena. Maintaining. Lets see, is there anything I would like to get into before I spit this pattened square shit? Nah....so lets get on with it...Shall we?!?!?!

"Supposed to be Earth, aint worth the pussy that you sit on"(c) Nas. This is one of my favorite Nas lines. And also one of the most tragic. See, this line did not come from the recesses of his imagination. Nor did it come from his creative soul. That shit came from the heart. As I'm sure you can imagine it was penned in regards to the mother of his first child(I can't wait to hear what he has to say about Kelis).

Black love is one of the most beautiful things you will ever witness. Niggas hating one another is one of the move vile and petty things to ever manifest. I guess as extreme people everything we do is the ultimate or pinnacle of that particular thought, action or emotion. But DAMN!!!!! Of all the black people I know that have children only one has a working relationship with the other parent. Aint that a bitch? And Dig...the other parent isn't black. Now, I know a plethora of niggas involved in "don't fuck with me I won't fuck with you" parenting. And even more that deal with the "what kid?" kind of relationship. The question is...how did we get here?

I would wager a paycheck that the majority of the aformentioned relationships where classic fairytales in their inception. I know mine was. Us against the world type shit. But as time and maturity wear on...so does reality. YOU aint the person for ME. And vice versa. Yet in most instances we travel on. Women looking for that knight in shining armor(or Captain Save A Hoe) and dudes looking for a bitch to save...or a bitch to take care of us. Next thing you know a kid is involved and we looking at each other like "What The Fuck do we Do now?"

In contrast to most blogs I write...I don't have a cute little anectdote or solution to what I have discussed. Just a fair warning. I took the road and drove until the proverbial wheels fell of. Now I'm just a nigga on the side of the road walking...hoping the next gas station is close by. There is no reason to take certain journeys because it seems like you should. No two trips are the same...but every crash is...underdig?

I'm out.

Lets Get a Few Things Clear

2010-10-06T17:56:00.001-07:00

What it look like good folk? I know what yall thinkin....Damn...two blogs in one week? I know I know. I have been very irregular with hitting yall but I had some stuff to get off my pectorals. And who better to share it with than my blog fam? So with that said, I'm not gonna keep yall too long. Lets get to it....Shall we?

Now, as all of you guys(and gals) that read this know, this blog is extremely personal. I can't say I say EVERYTHING on these chronicles. But I definitely air it out. And with all personal things I'm sure you all have your feelings about the things I say...and the things that I speak about on here. You're entitled to that. Just as I am entitled to blog the things I do. BUT....thats where that shit needs to stop. My life is my life. And until any of you people want to come live my life for me, I think it behooves you to keep any and all judgements about my situation to yourself. That is not to say that I am not open to advice or consultation on the things that I do or the things that I am going through. I am only 28 years old and I know that I don't know it all.

Another thing, I know the majority of my readers are women. And this is gonna sound extremely fucked up...but hey...thats what yall come here for right? I really am not putting too much stock in what any of you think or feel about my situation. Why? Because you can't understand what it is like to be on this side of the equation. I'm sure that those of you that have baby daddies have your very own unique and just as bothersome issues. But do NOT get it confused...its not even the same. Those of you that I know personally have your children. And to my knowledge you did not have to go one day without them. Splendid. But, aside from that, I would wager that never once have you had to put your feelings for your child and separate those feelings from the actions that you know you HAVE to make for your and their betterment. I respect everyones opinions...and appreciate any and all concerns that anyone has voiced to me. With that said, I need yall to know that I got this. And those of you that know me personally I know that with all this shit I'm dealing with I may seem like a roller coaster going off its tracks...and I admit that sometimes I am. But if you aint finna help me get it back on track and all you can offer is criticism for me being the person I am...well either you with me or you in the way...underdig?

I'm out.

Pimpin the System

2010-10-03T12:06:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its that square boy Steez back at yall with these here chronicles. I got a few shots of tequila in my stomach, watchin the Steelers(Pittsburgh in the house!!!!!!) losing against the Ravens right now. I got faith in the Steel City, we aint finna lose to no heroin addicted football team....are we? What else has been going on? Not much that I can think of...outside of what I'ma talk about in this blog? So lets get to it....shall we?

I'm all for pimpin the system. If "the man" is gonna give free shit, I'ma take it. He has taken enough from me...time for some get back, right? But I have to ask, if everything you get is free, can you complain about the shit you do or don't have? I say that because Bitch Treachery is on pretty much every form of public assistance you can imagine. Food Stamps? Check. Subsidy Check. I know for a fact the bitch has applied for SSI on the oldest two kids(they both have sickle cell) AND on top of that she has also applied for public housing. Thats right folk. The Projects. PJ's. 'Jects. This broad committed 5 years of her life to higher education...and is aspiring to live in a housing project. Well, I guess since the projects are cute little town homes now...and they aren't called "projects" they are "income contingent housing" it aint all that bad huh? LOL

So take all of that then compound it with the fact that, according to her, I am not fulfilling my financial end of the bargain as it pertains to taking care of the kids. And, to be fair, I'm probably not. Since I've left I haven't bought the kids anything. Well until yesterday. I bought my oldest daughter some school uniforms and my son some shoes. That is not enough considering that I've been there every day of their lives. But hey...thats what she said they needed.

I say that because I asked her what the kids need. The aformentioned clothing and shoes was her response. After I buy those items she tells me that I am "responsible for the care of the children. And a pair of shoes does not suffice". Get the fuck out of here. Seriously. This bitch hasn't bought uniform one for any of the kids until THIS year. SideNote: my oldest daughter is in the second grade. But my question is how can a person who contributes NOTHING to society can be picky about ANYTHING? Peep the flavor neighbor....in a roundabout way I am paying for your food, the kids schooling and before that I kept a roof over your funky ass head.

The irony is...she recieves all of this assistance be cause she lied. She stated that she wasn't married. Bing...$700 of food stamps. Bam...$5 copays for subsidize ecucation for our kids. But now that I've left...lol...she wants us to be married? Aint that a bitch? So now the broad is looking for a "Roop". At the same time realizing she needs "the man" to care for her kids. So when its all said and done...she comes running to me...and as fucked up as it seems...I can't help her. Because she makes NO money...instead of me buying the kids what they need...she wants me to put money in her hand. No dice. I can't do it.

So for all you chicks pimping the system...remember a pimp usually has several hoes. Several sources of income. If "the man" is all you have...then you might as well throw in the towel...because you lost at life. Step your hustle game up and stop begging for shit...feel me?

I'm out.

Baby Mama Syndrome

2010-09-13T16:07:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its me...Steez...doin how I do...givin yall some of these chronicles. Lightning has delayed the Ravens vs Jets game. So I figured I would put this joint down for yall. Summer is pretty much over...days are warm...nights are becoming more and more frigid here on the east coast. In particular here in the city of brotherly thugs...oops I mean LOVE. Not much swingin personally or in the news that I can think of. Everyone has football fever...myself included. So lets get to these here chronicles....shall we?

As I said above fall is upon us. The sun is setting earlier. Kids are back in school. And with that you must be aware of certain infections...viruses...and ailments. Flu...common cold....swine flu...re vitaligo....you name it...you need to watch out for it. But I was looking at recent reports about boxer Floyd Mayweather Jr. and a situation with his baby mama that let me know that there is another pandemic looming. Baby Mama Syndrome. Family it is spreading fast and is as deadly as anything you've ever seen. This post is more for the ladies to help them identify the symptoms. So....walk with me

Symptoms
1. Treachery. Flat out. Treachery is the easiest symptom to identify. This form of treachery is identified by the inherent need to do something distructive to the father of your children. Most importantly it is your willingness to perform said act of treachery even if it is to your own detriment. Take the aforementioned Mayweather situation. Now...the initial reports was that Floyd whooped her ass. Because he came to the house and it was dirty...an altercation ensued and he supposedly put heavy hands on her. If this is the case..Floyd deserves whatever punishment he gets. BUT then the story changed...and Floyd was eventually arrested for grand theft larceny. In the heat of the argument he supposedly stole her iPhone. Now, an iPhone is what 400 bucks? Floyd makes over 20 million a fight. Is sending this man to jail worth losing the security he is providing for you and your child by being free? Bitch got an ACUTE case of baby mama syndrome.

2. Lazyness. Now this one is a given. Being that the difference between a mother and a baby mama is lazyness...or lack thereof. If you've gone to college then popped out some kids...and the best thing you can think to do is apply for public assistance...not out of necessity...but out of sheer lazyness and being unwilling to do whatever needs to be dont to care for your child...whether the man is around or not. You may want to seek help...cause it sounds like you have a bad case of Baby Mama Syndrome

3. Failure. Now this one is more complicated. Because in failure I don't mean just fucking up. But if you have kids...and you aint shit. You don't have a good job(or no job at all), can't pay your bills, can't provide an adequate life for you OR your children...and you can't rightfully blame that on the economy, illness, or lazyness. No, your only excuse is you can't do productive shit because you have the kids...you have Baby Mama Syndrome. I point to Bitch Treachery with this one. Now this broad has attended college and unlike many of us other young blacks. GRADUATED. But somehow she works a job that is reserved for teens that just left highschool. Her excuse is that the school that she works at is the school where our daughter goes(and now our oldest son). So its "easier" and "more convenient". Ignoring the fact that if she lived up to any potential or expectation she would have all the resources i.e. car, money etc. to make any other arrangement just as convenient.

I urge you guys to keep an eye out for these symptoms...and if you can think of more..please feel free to leave them for us to read. Also if you can think of any remedies that do not entail swift slaps or punches to the mouth...feel free to share those as well. LOL.

I'm out....

Barnacle B!tches/N!ggas

2010-09-02T15:56:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its that maniacal square back with these chronicles. Miss me? I'm sure yall did...well I hope yall did. So whats been crackin...Man I was just watchin sportcenter and some dumb nigga that plays for the Dolphins lost a 50,000 dollar diamond earring at practice...it fell out on the field and they can't find it...peep the niggas spent like an hour raking the field after practice trying to find it...LOL. I'm sure one of them rookies thats finna get cut picked that bitch up and is gonna sell it and get his mama out the hood...well not completely out...but out of the shithole she's in now...lol. "They shoulda never gave you niggas MONEY!!!!"(c) Dave Chapelle as Rick James. Um what else..Damn...T.I. done got arrested again. What the fuck Clifford? Drugs...honestly I think that was Tiny drugs...but the nigga prolly gonna go down this time...just got out the bing...and to my knowledge he doesn't have info on another murder to save him this time. Damn....Ah well he's rich and we aint...so since Philly is trying to charge us to blog...I should get on with the chronicles....shall we....

As you read above...and I referenced in the picture this entry is about Barnacle Bitches/Niggas. Now to fully understand what I'm talking about I guess I should give a crude definition on what a barnacle is. A barnacle is an aquatic parasite that often sticks itself to other aquatic wildlife...most notable whales. And they will also attach themselves to the hulls of ships in the ocean. They are not dangerous or detrimental to whichever host they choose. Mostly they are just ugly. In some instances if enough barnacles attach themselves to the hull of a ship they can effect the speed of the vessel and the fuel requirements. Fucked up right? Thats why a lot of ships that are out at sea for long periods of time have someone that will go down and scrape the barnacles off when the ship docks to refuel or whatever.....okay class dismissed

So I know you're thinking....where is this square ass dude going with the Bill Nye bullshit. Simple. Ask yourself have you or someone you know been effected by this kind of person in real life? A muhfucka that is just THERE. They don't enhance shit they touch. Nor do they really take away from it. I'm sure you have. I know I have....and I know yall know her name. *Pauses while audience whispers Bitch Treachery to themselves*. Yeah. Walk with me. As I told yall I moved out of the house...and she knew I was leaving...knowing she can't afford to pay the rent to live there. So today she asked me about some things about picking our son up from daycare. I asked how she was going to get him from me(as she doesn't know my current residence). She said "you can just drop him off" I was like "where?" ....to which she replied "at the house" Now...as I said...she knew I was leaving...in actuality as I told you guys she brought it up to me before I brought it up to her. In any event when I responded with the "well you can't afford to stay there and I told the landlord I was leaving so she thought you were too" she lost it...got on some shit about me not providing for the kids. Family I've been sleeping on a hot ass couch for the majority of this heat wave Philly summer. All the while paying rent for her barnacle ass to sit up on the bed I paid for, in the air conditioned room. cooking meals..etc. How long was I supposed to do this? Oh did I mention barnacles will stay wherever they are until removed by force..thats why whales in the wild are usually covered with them...who is gonna get them off? Fuck her and the whale she rode in on...she can go stay with her mom...who is another more crafty barnacle bitch.

Recently I've been told some stories by a friend of mine...who we'll call...Alfred. About a particular barnacle bitch/nigga in their life. This particular barnacle doesn't even know they are a barnacle. Which is fucked up because they don't know how unsightly and unwanted they really are. The thing about barnacles is that as I said...they are harmless. So you have people that will just "let them be". But why let a muhfucka slow you down or have you going out of your way to refuel when you shouldn't have to. People and friends should not be unwanted or unsightly. And they should never be a burden. So if you got someone in your life like that..scrape that bitch off the next time you dock. They are just making you more and more ugly.

Lastly, in dealing with barnacle bitches/niggas. You need to know who and what you are. As I said...whales are pretty much defenseless. Half the time they don't even know the barnacle is there. And the other half they don't care. There is nothing wrong with being a whale. Live your life...but you bet not ask me to get a barnacle off your back...you good playa...that shit don't even look like a barnacle...pass it off as a mole. Now if you're a ship...you have shit to do. You need to look presentable and be unhindered at all time. scrape them off and keep it pushin under dig? And once you show that you are really serious about being barnacle free people around you will help scrape them off too. So ask yourself are you a barnacle or a ship?

Before I bounce I wanna give a shoutout to a new reader that let me know she dug these chronicles..so family welcome the homie Janice G to the table...Janice be careful everything is square here don't get stabbed with a corner....

I'm out....

Its On!!!

2010-08-27T07:06:00.001-07:00

What it do folk? Its ya boy Steez. I'm back like I never left. As you can see from the title...it is officially on. Bitch Treachery is on her way out. She can't escape the icy cold hand of defeat. I have an appointment later so lets get straight to it....shall we?

I just got back from City Hall. I had to get a copy of our marriage license. Why? You may be asking. Simple. Later today, I have a meeting with my attorney. Divorce papers will be filed. And so begins what will be an epic journey to get Bitch Treachery out of my life. *Cues Max B "Movin On Out The Door"*. In the past couple weeks I have been slowly moving my shit out of our house. Note I said MY shit. I have left her and her things unscathed. When she figured it out, she it me with "oh you're sneaking your stuff out?". First off, to sneak, intels that there is some sort of fear involved. Which there is none. Secondly, how and why would I sneak MY things? That bitch need to go read Twilight another few times. Maybe Edward or Jacob(I don't know what team she is on) can help her figure it out. And one thing is for sure...that bitch aint Bella. LOL(why do I know these characters names?)

With all that said, I must admit that I am still bewildered by how far all of this shit has gone. I mean, this is a hell of a 7 year itch. I'm not saddened. I'm not hurt....I'm more or less confused. I always envisioned that if things went sour(which I knew was a possibility), I saw things being way more civil. But it is what it is. I gotta move on. Fuck her and feed her fish. I'm done being a safety net for a bungee jumping treacherous bitch. Feel me?

In the end, I'm very excited about what I am currently embarking on. I'm still young, and I feel as though a new horizon is upon me. I know its not gonna be easy. I need yall support...and of course I will keep yall abreast of the sit-chee-a-shun. LOL. I know, though, the shit with the kids is gonna be crazy. As, recently she seems to have convinced herself that SHE and SHE alone has been looking out for the best interestof the kids. And I guess enough off brand bitches have been cosigning it....shit...this bitch called me a deadbeat 2 days ago....LOL. So I will definitely need yall support with that. But fuck it...I've come too far to turn back now...I just hope that bitch knows what kind of fight I have in me.

I'm out.

A Man Gotta Have A Code

2010-08-24T17:38:00.001-07:00

What it do folk? Its ya boy Steez. Finally back at yall with another episode of these here chronicles. So, what yall been up to? Me? sheeeeeit I've been on my way to freedom. I can't really divulge it all right now...but just not bitch treachery is making her way toward my rear view. I haven't been up to much though. Just putting ducks in a row. Chilling in the bat cave. But enough about me...lets get on to these chronicles.....shall we?!?!?!

Up,up,down,down,left,right,left,right,a,b,a,start. Codes. A man has to have one. Not having one doesn't make you less of a man. But, if you are in fact a man, why don't you have one. Codes. What does that mean? To me? Everyone I know? You need to have a list of things you will and won't do no matter what. Some people may say morals...some people may say values. But when its all said and done, its a code. Just like the video game reference above...it is something that is written into your make up that FORCES you to conduct yourself in a certain way. Walk with me....

I like to pretend that I'm the only square in the world. The only nigga out here paying rent, buying groceries, babysitting...all for a treacherous bitch that doesn't deserve it. But I'm not. I also agree that in the past few years I have made myself less of a man(or square) for said treacherous bitch. But with that said....there is some shit that I Just...Won't....Do!!!! For instance...this very batcave that I am writing to you...my family..from. Bitch Treachery knows nothing about(stay tuned...I PROMISE...friday evening I will explain this). The maker and owner of said batcave...is it THIS person..is it THAT person...fuck it...its like the answer to "how many licks...." The world may never know. So as you see, there are certain things that I have no problem divulging...and others that will go to a grave..be it mine...hers...or ours.

I suppose the street way of saying what I'm saying here is most easily compared to the "Stop Snitching" movement. LOL. While that shit was dumb as fuck....you have to admire a group of people that have no obvious moral foundation...collectively agreeing on a single solitary virtue. So...as a square...why haven't YOU?!?!?! Thats the beautiful thing about codes...they don't have to make sense to anyone but the person that created them...but at the same time anyone that chooses, must submit fully and totally to them. Bottom line....nigga...develop a code...and you don't have to submit to a muthafuckin thing...figgadeal me?

When its all said and done..a man/woman you should decide what you are and aren't bout. What and won't you put up with. This is bigger than all the petty shit that most niggas bicker over. Its about how you conduct yourself. Moreover, its not about HOW....its about WHY...in closing I want to say this.....the person that knows how will always have a job....the person that knows why will always be their boss. Have a code.....

I'm out....

Things I've Learned

2010-08-08T11:26:00.000-07:00

What it do good folk? Its ya main man Steez. Man, I'm not doing alright. My grandad, for whom I had an imaginary friend named after is in the hospital. Fucked up right? I know. But I'm gonna do my thing for yall. Several shots of gin...and a life in turmoil, I'm still gonna do this for my folk. Underdig? I don't really have much to talk about aside from that. So can we get on to the chronicles....Shall We?

Today I wanted to get at yall with things I've learned. Most of these are unrelated...I'm just on my shit and thinking of things I've learned that can help my folk.

1. The woman you SHOULD marry is the woman that is okay with not marrying you.
I have realized that as a man, if a woman is okay with not being YOUR woman. That is who you need to be with. BT hit me with hangers, fists, feet etc when I said that I wanted to wait to get married, the day we were to get out marriage license. Look at us now....Thats not to say that it can't work for you. Just saying, if you almost die telling your babe that she shouldn't be all YOURS? Uhhhh, maybe you should cancel the measurments for the tux.

2. Perfection is dependant on time. For instance, your "perfect" lady does some wild shit when you aren't prepared. How is she perfect anymore? Maybe she found out that you banged the pretty Rican from down the street...sure perfect for her...but where does that leave you? Ass naked wondering what happened. So...take your dime and shove it up your ass....there is no such thing as perfection...unless of course you're last name is Frankenstein(which we heard about in movies) so....go luck.....

3. You can't save everyone. Look, I know every man has that firefighter/policeman/army trooper in them. But the reality is, you can't save everyone. If you have kids within a tumultulous relationship, realize that the kids are a casualty of war. Maybe you can save their souls...possibly their minds....but their bodies? Never. Basically put, I love my children. But, at some point I need to know that there is nothing I can do for them. It hurts. But, I know that Bitch Treachery is the one with them. So whatever happens happens. Easier said than done....for sure.

4. Work is just the time when you aren't playing. I realized this when I was on vacation. Mostly because while working most people are thinking of what they can do when playing. We work a significant part of our lives. But nothing compared to the time we spend playing. Please, if you learn nothing else from these chronicles please understand that you have to have some fun...or your life...your work...means nothing.

Honestly, I've learned a lot more than these four things...most of which I will share in one way or another...but in honor of my grandfather, who dedicated a lot of his life....or at least the part that I saw....to his work, and making other people happy....I wanted to do this blog. Back to our regularly scheduled programs next time....

I'm out

Do the world a favor......

2010-08-01T08:23:00.000-07:00

What it DO good folk? Its ya main square Steez back with these chronicles. Back from a beautiful vacation in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic....finally got a stamp in my passport. I know I know, I was supposed to blog from paradise. Sorry, my phone did some wild shit and I couldn't get at yall. But I DO have a lot of fly pictures that maybe I can scan...others that will get sent to me on the net(Ma Steez, and Cousin Mike...do work!!!) that I can put up for yall to see. And soon enough I may blog about my experience there...not sure. If yall REALLY wanna hear about it inbox me or message me or email me...whatever, and depending on what I get I will blog about that for yall. But for now we gonna leave that where it is and get on to the Chronicles....Shall we?

Deeeeezamn!!! So while I'm gone sh!t got hectic in squareville. It was all my fault...I got caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Reaching for an old stale, fungus laden cookie that I didn't even want. It was just some shit I was reaching for because dinner wasn't ready...underdug? In any event I'm gonna do the world a favor...and kill myself. LOL. Not literally. See the premise of this blog is about examining who you are...taking the fucked up part...doing the world a favor...and offing it. Feel me. Now me, while I'm square, just like anyone else I like to feel loved, appreciated, desired...all that. And when I don't feel that, I turn elsewhere, usually to more undesirable places for those attentions. As can be expected this causes a plethora of problems in my personal life. In marriage. In friendship. In business. You name it. I guess you can say I'm some kind of low budget attention whore. I think this is prevalent in most people. I mean if you aren't getting the service you desire at Mcdonalds, you will most likely go to Wendy's, right? Well I'm the same way...just with people. I gotta do soemthing about this fast though...I've burned a lot of bridges on this. A lot of them needed to be burned...but still, who wants to be on an island? So I'ma do the world a favor...KILL MYSELF!!!!

NEXT UP!!! I would like all of you to take a step back and evaluate whether or not you are treacherous. Does treachery reside ANYWHERE in your heart or mind. I heard a story about a nigga that wouldn't sign off on a passport for his daughter to go on vacation because he thought that the mom was gonna dip out and he not see his child again. Noble right? Fuck outta here...the nigga don't see his child anyway. So not only are you treacherous...you a sucka too? do the world a favor....KILL YOURSELF!!!

NEXT UP!!! Jealous muhfuckas. So I went on my lil vaca. Came back...and Bitch Treachery is giving me the cold shoulder...I mean HEAVY. This clown was writing notes and leaving them around the house for me on some Color Purple shit...(S-T-O-V-E...STOVE!!!!) it was retarded. I surmised that a lot of it had to do with her being upset that I had the capacity to get away...and she didn't. Which sucks. I'm not going to get into all the reasons why she couldn't get away but at the end of the day(or the beginning of night) why does it matter? Be happy for a square. Or shit, be happy that you don't have to look at my fat ass for a whole week. But some people take every opportunity to be negative...and let jealousy get in the way. Which, I wouild be remiss if I didn't bring this up....the proverbial fungus cookie I mentioned. Fuck her, the horse she rode in on, and the stall she keeps it in. Fuck me for dealing with her on any level that didn't involve ultra violence and saliva. We we should all do the world a favor....KILL OURSELVES!!!

NEXT UP!!! The people outside yelling. I don't know what the beef is. But its 1245 on a Sunday afternoon...the weed and booze should not be flowing like that to have yall outside scrapping...KILL EACH OTHER!!!!

NEXT UP!!! The nigga that decided to come down Kelly Drive last night and blast Ja Rule...COME ON DAWG!!!!(c) Shane Mosley...Kill Yourslef!!!!

LOL. Folk thats all I got for today...I just wanted to have a little fun and get some shit of my chest. BUT I got a little treat for yall since I didn't blog while on vacation...its a second blog...a little piece of poetry...unfinished, but I still hope yall like it...

Also before I dip I wanna give a shoutout to Shurl Harris for talking to me(even though it was like 5 days late...lol) and for reading the blog.

I'm out

Ode to Cake

2010-08-01T07:46:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez. I am fitna switch gears on yall. Not only am I dropping TWO, count em, TWO blogs today. In this one I am going to give you a litte taste of my....work. As you all know, I'm a writer. In every sense of the word. This is something that I worked on on my train ride back to the City of Brotherly Thugs...oops I mean love. I hope yall enjoy it.

Sour cream frosted
my sweet tooth tingles
as the spongy pastry dances across my tongue
the butterflies in my stomach flutter
at the thought of divinity raining down on them
Bermuda birthmark sprinkles
Lost
I use the scent to find my way
slicing through love flavored icing
triple layered ambrosia
and buttery angels food
so rich my lips pucker
velvety soft sticking to the roof of my mouth
the perfect marble dessert is born....

sorry folk thats as far as I got....I figured giving it to you unfinished would lend a bit to the purity...lol.

I'm out

Goon Hand Application

2010-07-13T16:48:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? It's ya boy Steez. I'm back, on the eve of my vacation. WHAT!!! Its been a hell of a week at work. I need a break. Bitch Treachery is hella mad that a square is bouncing...but...oh well(as she said to me when I voiced concern about not being a part of the kids lives). Not much else has been going on...or maybe it has and my tunnel vision has blocked it out. Either way, lets get on to the chronicles....shall we?

Yo, by now you have probably heard the Mel Gibson rant. Either censored or uncensored that shit is a RIOT!!! My man said, You have no SOOOOOOUUUL!!! LMAO. As funny as the audio is, I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk about bitch treachery(not my old hag) and goon hand application.

This audio was proof to me that I am not the only person in the world dealing with bitch treachery. I fully understand/understood Mel's plight. In the beginning of the tape you kinda feel for the bitch. But by the end you see where she is antagonizing him, "You're gonna be sorry man.." and all that shit. She knew she had him trapped, he had gone too far to go back and she talked shit. To the untrained ear she was defending herself against his rant. But to a treacherous bitch expert such as I, she was egging him on. And like a bitch treachery novice, he fed into the bullshit. Fellas, there is nothing that can draw your ire like a treacherous bitch. Same for females(you know you all had a bitch call you about "her" man). This is where the goon hand comes in. Now, for most people(Mel Gibson...I'm talking to you) the goon hand means yelling, cursing and screaming. This is not the case. A true goon will lay his hand down quickly and decisively. Fuck all the two phone calls and the "if you hang up I'm coming over there". This only intrigues a treacherous bitch and leads her to more treacherous activity.

Now, I empathize with Mr. Gibson. I've been in the situation where Bitch Treachery has drawn the most primal emotion out of me. I've uttered many 4 letter words. Called names...as you remember(most readers) I even doused her in beer. All of this was WRONG...but what is one to do when you are beset on all sides by treachery? Well, the answer is simple. Step back. Take a walk. Breathe. Do ANYTHING but engage the bitch. but emotion, pride, integrity etc often gets in the way. Next thing you know you're on TMZ wondering what happened to your record deal......Long story short...the goon hand involves patience and thought.

Now, as for Bitch Treachery...any real man/woman will encounter this phenom. There isn't much that you can do about it. Just be on guard. Treacherous bitches come in all shapes sizes and forms. As long as you remain calm...and don't have a bunch of liquor in your system, as both Mel and Steez are prone to doing, you will be fine. Make sure your confrontations are far away from phones/recorders and you don't choke the bitch with a move you learned on Thursday at Jiu Jitsu class, and you'll be fine? Aiiiight?

I'm out

Believing Your Own Bullsh!t

2010-07-05T09:52:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez back at you with these chronicles. I know its been a looooooooong time. I was gonna be at you guys with one of these like once a week. But blogging from my new phone is still kind of uncomfortable. And I'm lazy when it comes to shit like that....please forgive me. Well here it is...July 5th. I wanna start by saying I hope all of you guys had a great 4th...and you kept it safe. I wanna shout out my big homie Monsta, JB and anyone that was at the cook out yesterday where we ate, drank...cheefed...and them blew then blew the block the fuck up. It was a good time...and right now my flatulence smells like I digested several small woodland creatures...and hopefully we can do it again. What else...OH!!! I'm about to be riding out to Dominican Republic in a couple weeks. I will DEFINITELY blog from there...and yall will see pictures. Let yall know how a SQUARE does it in the island...dig? Well, thats about it...so lets get to the chronicles....shall we....

As you can see in the title...this post is about bullshit. Everyday we encounter bullshit. Work bullshit. Home bullshit. Relationship bullshit. Miscellaneous bullshit. The list is quite endless. We tend to combat all of these different types of bullshit. All in different ways. But we are a lot less confrontational when it comes to us bullshitting ourselves. That is what I wanted to examine here today. The 3 kinds of bullshit that you will give yourself that you need to avoid....lets get it.

#1. Bullshit that you want to believe.

This is the most common. Fat broads make believing that liquid spandex is a good idea. Dudes acting like their balls are comfortable in skinny jeans. This is all stuff we do to ourselves because we want to fit in or appear to be "normal". Everyone of us has idiosyncrasies. And EVERY one of us deep down inside wishes that we didn't. So instead of working on said quirks...or even more trying to learn to cope with them and make them work for us. We pretend they don't exist all together. This is dangerous, as you will ALWAYS end up looking like a fool in the eyes of people that you want to impress/merge with. This is most commonly combatted with the urban phrase "do you". Basically, be yourself and everything will fall in line.

#2 Bullshit you need to believe

In this I will reference myself. Bullshit you need to believe is most commonly something that you have had to come to terms with i.e. choosing the wrong mate, getting swindle out of money or opportunity. Simply put, you made a bad decision and do keep from harming others or harming yourself, you have to lie to yourself to make it okay. Obviously I am referring to my situation with Bitch Treachery. In life we all make bad choices. Very few of us can own up to it and keep moving. We HAD to do xyz for the kids...or because it was our only source of income...or because we grew up fucked up. Whatever the excuse is...its just that...an excuse. I will say without a doubt this is the most dangerous...AND the most common method of self bullshittery ouit there. Mainly because it is easier to blame someone else than it is to look inside and see what the REAL cause of the situation is. Most commonly it revolves around anxiety, insecurity, depression, and failure to come to grips with our own inferiority.

#3 Bullshit you've learned/been taught/retained

This is a funny one. As we have all been exposed to the same bullshit over the years and largely we have all let go of it. Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy etc. By and large we were all fed this bullshit. Used it for what it was worth. Then let it go when it was no longer advantageous. The funny part is somewhere along the way, our bullshit filtration mechanisms started malfunctioning. Somehow what happened to Moniques cousins girlfriends neice is somehow relevant to YOU'RE life and must be hung onto like gospel. Or what Jeromes brothers homie said is a valid way for you to govern your life and experiences. Not to say we can't recieve jewels from the world. But you must realize that every thing shiny isn't valuable. Most of the time its bullshit. let it go and move the fuck on.

#4 Bullshit you've GROWN to believe

This one is mostly based on our own experiences. And can be simply stated in the sentence "All men cheat". I hear this shit ALL the time. As far as I know there is no real concrete evidence on the percentage of men that cheat vs the percentage that don't. But some dumb broad got cheated on by the last couple dudes she messed with and all of a sudden those couple guys are part of some monolithic group. To the naked eye this may be the same as #1(bullshit you want to believe) but its not. See, this one is funny because it is bullshit that even you haven't fully bought into. Its more of a defense mechanism. A smoke screen of sorts. Because as where the first one people can CLEARLY see/smell/hear what it is you are trying to compensate for...this one is something more complex. Think about that fine guy/girl that has a good job, nice belongings, intelligent etc...yet they can never find luck in relationships or any other social field. They will have you believe that because their flaws aren't worn outright, that they simply don't exist and the problem is on everyone else. THEY know they have a shitty attitude, or can't formulate a sentence without referrencing Housewives of Atlanta...but to the naked eye they are perfect and they have GROWN to believe that you are the one that is messed up.

Well there is is folk. There are more types of self bullshittery out there....and I will get into them in the future. These are the ones I see most in myself and in others. And the ones I want to you watch out for the most. You can't expect someone to take you seriously when every action you have is a joke...dig?

I'm out

Dr. Steezensteins Monster

2010-06-10T16:32:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk? It's that square Steez back at these chronicles. I know, I know, it's been a minute...blame my head not my heart. Actually blame the ruckus thay occurred outside my house on memorial day. Family, before you go there, nah it wasn't me and Bitch Treachery. It was my neighbors. After weeks of build up one group of crazy niggas decided to square off with another group of crazy niggas. My brand new joint got lost in the hooplah. Not to fret...i got a replacement, and here we are. Enough about me...lets get to the chronicles. Shall we?

In the past couple weeks I've been thinking about the mess I've created for myself. Monsters if you will. Take bitch treachery...she is a wild monster roaming the countryside terrifiying all who cross her path. But where does she come from. The answer is simple. Me. In the past seven years I have fed the feral beast a steady diet of compassion, generosity, enabling behavior, and most of all passive gestures. The result is only rivaled by loch ness or chupacabra. A frothy mouthed, cold hearted, indifferent bitch. Unfortunately, Dr Steezenstein is going to have to turn this abomination loose on the likes of you who read these words. Bottom line this aint no movie and I can't let my creation kill me. So my advice to yall is avert your eyes, and strap up....the bitch has been known to change forms. Godspeed

But in thinking about that, I discovered I have created another monster...or rather a mutant. The name? Steez. That is right familym while none of this shit has broken me, it has consumed me to the point that I am on a road of self destruction. Now, I'm not a weak nigga by any stretch of the imagination. But to pretend that I can come out of such a tumultuous situation unscathed is unrealistic and foolish. I have devolved to the point where I am not only an emotional burden to those that love me most....to be succinct...steez is quite the asshole nowadays. After being emotionally raped I allowed myself to give into a lot of savage instincts.

Those of you that know me well know that I am a writer. Poetry. Rhymes. Stories. The only thing I've had trouble scripting is this thing called life. But I think this plot twist has gone on long enough. Time to wrap it up. Start on the sequal. Feel me?

I'm out

Oh...special shout out to my new readers...my cousin Mike and my high school homie Brandice. I appreciate the support

Stunted Growth

2010-05-26T19:09:00.001-07:00

What it do good folk? It's ya main square Steez back at it with some chronicles. I'm sending this one from my brand new palm pixi cell phone. I like my new phone...its not quite the g1 but then again what is? So what's been up? Not much. Oh a square went to a fish fry a couple weeks ago and got wasted. And I mean fucked off!!!! A guardian angel had to take me home. Is anyone watching American Idol? Janet is on stage right now, lip singing but it's all good her ass is talking through the gown she has on...oh shit she's wearing catsuit now! I'm bout to put the kids to bed and handle something..damn Janet. But enough about me...lets get to the bloggin....shall we?

Earlier today someone stopped just short of calling me immature. I thought that was an interesting thing to say to me. Then I thought more...maybe I am. But why? The conclusion I came to was stunted growth. Now family, in no way shape or formam I owning up to immaturity, but fuck it it is an interesting comment that I wanted to explore.

First, I explored what maturity is. Then I ran into the first problem....maturity is subjective. But then I stepped back and looked at my own definitions comparitively with my actions. I realized that alot of choices I have made, have stunted my growth mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Being forced into adulthood before it was time was the social equivalent of an 11 year old smoking cigarettes. I had to learn a lot of shit from my own failures...and there was a lot of them.

This aint no Tyrese in Baby Boy shit though. And I damn sure aint Jody running from respnsibility. I admit though that a lot of responsibilties I have taken on are beyond what I can comprehend. I live in the moment. Not in the cliche way, but in the sense that I don't think about every possible result of a current action. Short sighted? Yes. Irresponsible? Maybe. Immature? Debateable. But when being overwhelmed every second of every day, can I afford to focus on anything BUT The moment at hand.

To some what I just said will sound like an excuse. Others will sympathize. A few will empathize. I do all three. In reality there is no excuse for shit I do, other than me feeling my way through this dark room called adulthood. I make no apologies for the many stubbed toes I will suffer such is life...

I'm out.....

P.S. Did yall see janet say muthafucka I'm Ms. Jackson if you nasty...they cut her mic RIGHT off. Lol

The Prototypical Strong Black Man

2010-04-07T17:45:00.000-07:00

What it look like good people? It me Steez. Chillin like a mad villain. Shout to Jessica and Tenicka for being up on these chronicles. I know I never met yall stankin asses...but I appreciate the support. Peep....I realized a few things today, and before I get to the real blog I want to shar them.
1. Its NEVER a good idea to quote Wesley Pipes. Even when you THINK you're alone at work in the coffee room. "There go that little cherry got broooooooken" is not a good look. I don't care where you work(sorry little siver haired lady that just wanted coffee)
2. Its hot as hog nuts here in Philly. 86 degrees aint no bullshit apparently. Who knew?
3. I'm white enough to like NIckelback. I was bangin some prime tunes(Smokee Robinson by Curren$y...check it if you havent already) and I pull up next to some crackas...and they are banging Rockstar by Nickelback...I turn down all the shit going on inside the Baron to sing along....if you WHITE...You Ben Affleck, apparently.
Now on to these Chronicles....shall we?

Today I wanted to speak on strength in the black community. Primarily among black males. If you a black man and you reading this, internalize the next sentence like your life depends on it, because it does. BLACK WOMEN DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE STRONG. Now I agree that this is a blanket statement. But so what. I know that every black woman is not looking for a dude that acts like he bleeds once a month. Ladies, if you are the opposite, cool. Keep reading....but shut the fuck up.

I am saying what I'm saying for many reasons. According to the Willie Lynch Papers the women watched the men be beaten to the point of almost being dead. Meaning, our women are used to seeing us fucked up. They have been socialized to being at their most comfortable when we are broken, and they have to rely upon some white man to care for them. Look at a person like Bitch Treachery. I've done eveything I could do to provide for her and my children. Still she became most comfortable when foodstamps and all that shit came into play. Go figure. So while I work like a slave, and she treats me like half a bitch. She runs to the white man for real security. Strength as it pertains to black men, in the eyes of black women means one of two things.

1. you a fuckin criminal and disobeying every law or rule put in front of yoy(popular among hood rats)
and
2. You are a new age slave that takes any and everything that comes your way on the chin. The lashes on your back have scarred and keloid-ed up...but yet you keep going.

To them strength is not going against the grain. It is not moving to the tune of your own drum. Nah. Its working a 925 and taking care of them and their lazy asses. That what defines "a real man"

Black men are slowly but surely becoming more and more femenized. Skinny Jeans. Gucci man purses. Arched eybrows. Hell even the corn rows and all that shit. Its Woman shit...you sit your self down and take how many hours to get your "head done"? You IS BITCH (c) Jungle.

What I mean is we as men need to start defining for ourselves what the new black masculinity is. Gone are the days where you have to turn shit to sugar just to put food on the table for your children. Blaze your own trail. Regardles of what YOUR personal Bitch Treachery says. Where she is your wife, mother, sister, aunt....whatever. Be your own man. Write your own rules. We are the chosen ones. Feel me?

In closing, I don't want anyone to think I'm dissing black women. I luuuuh yall *muuuah* LOL. But if its not too much to ask, if you have a good man in your life...as Method Man said rub him on the back and say "baby it'll be okay". Don't keep sending him out to the cotton field with no re assurance that his effort is not appreciated. And dudes? Don't act like you Atlas with all the world on your shoulders. You aint. Whatever woman you got is standing there supporting your back, legs, shoulders etc. You aint doin that shit alone. Ya dig?

I'm out....

Suspect Chin N!ggas

2010-04-03T14:10:00.000-07:00

What it do good folk? Its Steez right back like I never left with some more of these chronicles. As I sit here in the Bat Cave sweating out the toxins that I took in two nights ago. Peace to my brother Dunndada. I hope you enjoyed yourself while in the in the City of Brotherly Thugs...oops I mean Love. Also, I want to give a shoutout to the two co stars from the other night...yall shall remain nameless....for now. But enough about me...lets get on to the chronicles....shall we?

Yo...bottom line, if you scared...say you scared. Peep the flavor neighbor. So as I just mentioned my brother was in town the past few days. Because Bitch Treachery is...well, Bitch Treachery...he had nowhere to stay. So he kicked it with a chick he knew here(Shout to you baby girl). Well Bitch Treachery had a bunch of foul shit to say about this young lady. Slut. Bitch. Whore....as I recall the words being spoken. Well last night as Bitch Treachery brought the kids in at 8:30 with empty stomachs...knowing that Dunndada and I had plans to feed the kids and take them to the park. Well...hey...bitches do, that which they do. Well, after interrogating the kids after I left this morning she found out about our little excursion. And decided to GO IN on the young lady that my brother stayed with. But when confronted with an impromptu three way call with myself and the other parties involved...The BITCH gets all apologetic and civilized. I'm sorry he is involving you in this...as I recall the words being spoken. SMMFH.

The loudest nigga in the room is often the scaredest nigga in the room. Take for instance the shit that happened with Kenyon Martin the other day. If you don't know, let me learn ya. The ball boy for the Nuggets decided to play a prank on the Bad Ass Yellow Boy(why? I don't fuckin know). But this muhfucka decided it was wise to fill K Marts Range Rover(leather seats and all) with buttery popcorn. When K Mart finds it...he rightfully flips out and says when he finds out who did it hes' gonna put heavy hands opn them. Well the media is acting like homeboy is wrong. Check it...if you bad enough to fuck with someone, you bad enough to get confronted. And at the moment of confrontation, you shouldn't be backing down. Man the fuck up.

In closing, I'm not the toughest guy around. But I'm also not the nigga thats gonna cry foul if I call a nigga out and they answer. At that point its me and them. I feel what I feel. Like this very blog you're reading. People always ask "what does SHE think about it". My answer? "I don't give a fuck what she thinks about it". I haven't said anything in these blogs that I've never said to her face. She can handle it how she wants. Which to date she hasn't...we'll cross that bridge when we get to it....I'm out

Usetabee B!tches/N!ggas

2010-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:00

What it do good folk? Its ya boy Sir Steezly of Homewood(thanks Tiz) back at yall with the blog. I'm glad to see I've been well recieved in my return to the blogosphere. I luuuuuh yall too!!! LOL. Yo...aint nathan goin on over here but work. But...I guess thats why I called these the 925 Chronicles huh? So with that aside...we might as well get down to this here blog.....shall we?

In my new job, I've met a lot of ustabee bitches and usetabee niggas. And what I mean by that is, a person that USED to be the flyest nigga/bitch on the block and they still tryna hold on to that. Peep game, cut it out. LOL. Real rap, you look like a fool. So the fuck what you was prom queen in 1998. Or voted Best Dressed in 1989. Its most definitely 2010. Its time to move on.

Peoples its easy to spot a ustabee nigga and/or bitch by the "swag" they have. Honestly, if you're over 19 using the word swag, you're most likely a ustabee nigga and/or bitch. But,aside from that, any man that still wears "outfits" is a usetabee nigga. Like if your are 25+ dressing in themes...like, you're a sailor on Monday, a pimp on Tuesday, a ghostbuster on friday etc. You need to grow up...that shit was fly when your mom was dressing you for Easter pictures and you posted up with the bow tie...but when you are CHOSING these "outfits" then...you are obviously holding on to a time long long ago, in a land far far away....Give it up, give it up..give it up.

As for you broads, its a little more complicated. Because you can easily mistake a usetabe bitch for the everyday hoodrat. Usetabee bitches are far more verbal. They will speak on the hustlin nigga that USETA pick them up after school their senior year...neglecting to admit that senior year was in 1986. Or they may speak on how "all them bitches USETA hate on me at my old job"....Bitch you been unemployed since 2003. 4 kids and 60 pounds later aint nobody hating on shit. Calm down...feel me?

When its all said and done, what I'm saying here is, once you get complacent and start living in the present...once the present is done, you will inevitably have to start living in the past. So with that said people, keep your present as fly as you can...take the rear view mirrors off your whip and look towards the future. Just keep it pushin and errrrthang is gonna be okay. You mighta been a geekface back in the day...but you may be a swan tomorrow...the more you harp on the here and now, and the past...the less you will be tomorrow...

"You figure I could take a day off how?/when tomorrow I could be better than I am right now..."(c) Curren$y aka Spitta

I'm out

Validation

2010-03-27T23:10:00.001-07:00

What it do good folk. Another good day back in the lives of these chronicles. Nothin much goin on here. I wanted to give a quick shout out to my uncle Greg for catching on to these blogs. And a lil something for Monsta, for givin me those Spitta mixtapes. So on to these chronicles....shall we?

"I don't want a dude that dont take care of his body" This was uttered by the most slovenly bitch I've met recently. This needs to stop.

As the square that I am I was validation for a corny bitch for YEARS....I am curtailing that activity. She aint shit and I will let her know about it. But in reality how many of you are validation for the off brand nigga/bitch you're with?

Do you always foot the bill for youre excursions?

Is the nigga/bitch always crying broke?

Is the nigga/bitch always talking about the money and/or power that they wield?

If so you are the validation for this nigga/bitch. Nothing wrong with that, you just need to step it up. Underdig?

I was the validation for bitch treachery for over seven years. Not to say I'm the flyest nigga around, but for a lazy bitch like her to link up with a nigga like me that, cooks cleans and deals with kids, well, that shit is rare. She wants you to beleive that niggas like me grow on trees. We definitely don't. I would like yall to know that I break the mold every time I type these fuckin words. Well I've talked enough, and Bitch Treachery is probably in a tizzy right now. Who gives a flyin fuck...lol

When yall get a chance, look at ya bitch/nigga and make sure you aint a validation...cool?

I'm out

When Poppin Ya Collar Goes Wrong

2010-03-24T19:28:00.001-07:00

What it do good folk? Its that internet square back in the spot with the chronicles. How yall been? I been good, grindin like I been doin. Tryna make it do what it does. So I'm at work today and my stomach and butthole committed a ferocious act of treason. They betrayed me in the most vile of ways. That is all I'm gonna say about that. Not much else has been goin on in my personal life. Bitch Treachery is being her regular treacherous self. Nothing really worth talking about here. So, lets get down to bidness...shall we?

Poppin my collar!!!! Yall niggas need to stop this. So I'm talkin to a broad I work with, and she is going on and on and on about having her own money, being about to graduate, having her own shit...yada yada yada. As I'm sitting there pretending to listen all I could think is, who gives a flyin fuck? Do what you do, and keep your mouth shut. If you gotta talk about it, then obviously it aint that fly. When is the last time a nigga with a Benz bragged about having a Benz? And in the off chance he did...the dude most likely is homeless right now because of the car.

At the end of the day people, either you fly or you not. If a nigga disses ya fat ass, most likely its cause you wasn't the fat sloppy cup of tea he desired. Dust yourself off and move on. Don't sit there and write a whole Terry Mcmillan novel about it. It makes you look just like the off brand bitch/nigga that you are. If you were everything you say you are, dude wouldn't be balls deep in the skinny bitch you stalking on facebook....figgadeal me?

The beautiful thing about collar poppin is that you rarely have to do it. If you are everything you claim to be, there will always be a new pair of hands right there to pop your collar and let you stunt and floss to your hearts desire. Yall niggas got it fucked up. I had a young lady tell me today that she thinks that I am a very good man. Get it corrected, I don't walk around touting what I do for my family like I'm some super hero in training. This was just some shit she felt and decided to express to me. As I write this my collar is freshly popped. Don't try this without parental supervision kids.....

I guess what I'm saying is you don't have to sell shit to anyone. Pop your collar to yourself. And if you keep up the fly shit people will notice and assist you, then eventually take over any and all collar popping activity that you have going on. Until then? Play it low key, get ya game together, and one day maybe you too can be a fly square...oh I mean fly guy/chick like you want to be.

I'm out

I Aint Ya Damn Friend!!!!

2010-03-17T17:34:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Its that square dude back with these Chronicles. I hope this edition finds you all lookin good and smellin good. I'm doin aiiiiight. My body is comitting treasonist acts against me right now. Got a dude catching a pretty persistant cold. Not cool....not cool at all. But enough about me, Its about the blog...so lets get down to bidness....shall we?

This particular blog is going out to yall muthafuckas trying to be your kids best friend instead of their fuckin parent. This was prompted by some nonsense brought forth by Bitch Treachery. So apparently its inappropriate for me to bathe my oldest daughter. News to me. But I'm not gonna harp on that. I will most likely trash her about it in depth later. But the essence of my blog is firmly embedded in the argument. It was said that my daughter(who is 7) needs "privacy". What the FUCK for? She don't own shit. She don't do shit, without my permission. Bottom line, I'm her daddy...not her fuckin buddy.

As parents yall niggas better realize that its YOUR responsibility to RAISE your children. To have them respect you, which will eventually lead to them respecting themselves, and anyone else who deserves it. As a friend of mine always says...you are the creator, the Alpha and the Omega. My mother and I have an extremely close relationship. One in which I've talked to her about my sex life(provided that she inquires) since I was 17 or 18. Why? Because she understood when I was 6, 7, 8, 9 that she wasn't my friend. She was my parent. She washed, fed, clothed, consoled, and whipped my ass. In a lot of instances...my NAKED ass. Nobody was trying to call the people on her(well there was one time Grandad and my brother had to step in....) but you get the point.

Peep the flavor neighbor. Its 2010. "Bitches givin ass up at ages mo' younger"(c) Nas. Why? Cause daddy aint/wasn't/and won't be there. And not only is he not there, in some even more fucked up cases when he IS there he is BEST PAL and not Daddy Doe Rake. So instead of sittin on YOUR lap when she's 7, she sittin on Rashads when she's 16. And eventually Loraines when she is ran through and busted at 27. All because she was denied proper attention, love and guidance as a child.

In closing niggas, AND treacherous bitches need to understand that these kids are not your equal. They never will be, but if you conduct yourself as an adult maybe you can talk to them line a real person one day as opposed to your high school chum. Maybe, juuuuuust maybe, you will be more than just the old bitch that kinda sorta watched them grow up, and be an actual confidant....

I'm out

Putting the D!ck on a Pedastal

2010-03-13T14:17:00.001-08:00

What it do good folk? I know yall thought I was bullshittin when I said I was gonna be hittin yall early and often with these here chronicles. But here I am again...the square that I am givin you more of what you want and need. As has been the case recently, I feel great. I'm sitting here just hours away from "Watching Pacquiaou box em up" (c) Jay-Z. Bout to eat a cheesesteak and just feelin good about life. Bitch Treachery left the house and took the kids, and her funky ass attitude with her. So I can't complain. I won't keep yall waiting anymore though...we bout to get to bidness...shall we?

"But she's the mother of your kids". That is some bullshit that chicks say to me when I talk about Bitch Treachery and my burning desire to leave her punk ass. "There had to be something that you liked about her at some point". More bullshit from the same lonely ass bitches. Bottom line fuck her and everyone that looks like her. She IS the mother of my kids. SO?!?!?! I'm the father of hers. That doesn't mean shit to her...so why should the fact that she pushed them out mean a hill of beans to me? I love my kids. And I respect the fact that she went through something that I didn't(and couldn't) to create them. But thats where the shit stops. Real rap? They came through me first. Without me there would be no them. But muhfuckas forget that shit real fuckin quick when that once a month bleeding thing stops. The pussy gets put up on this high ass pedastal that can never be seen or reached by another human. No matter how disgusting the chick is that this pussy is attached to. No matter how irrelevant her life is. She shit out some kids so she must be revered. Fuck outta here!!!!

"Even though you was a crack fiend mama/you always was a black queen mama..."(c) Tupac. This nigga basically echoed the sentiments of black america with that one line. No matter how fucked up your mom is, you gotta love her. Again, fuck outta here. Get that pussy off the pedastal. Put the dick that created your ungrateful as up there instead. Now, I know in black america that there are not many men that deserve the honor of having their phallic being put up on a pedastal. But there are a lot that do. Niggas is doing their thing taking care of kids, when the slovenly ass mother is too high, drunk, or self absorbed to do the same. True story, I come in the house today after running errands, and my oldest child is CLEANING my youngest daughters shitty ass. Are you fuckin serious?!?!?! All while the black queen, or Bitch Treachery as she is referred to in these chronicles, is sitting not 6 feet away. How the fuck does this happen. And why is this bitch gonna get flowers, and cards, every fuckin May because she DELIVERED(not raised) some kids. Fuck anyone that thinks that that dumb shit makes sense.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Just because the woman aint shit, doesn't mean the man is any better. Very true. I'm a fuck up. I will be the first to say that to anyone. But at the same time, my dick deserves to be on the highest of pedastals. Frame that shit. Dip it in bronze and dangle it from your rear view mirror. Why? Because My dick is not what defines me as a man. It is only what anatomically makes me male. I have successfully separated my dick from my brain. The actions come from my head, and occasionally my heart. Very rarely is my dick doing ANY thinking. I don't want to be respected because I screwed a bitch I was digging and by happenstance created a life. I want to be respected because the life I created was taken care of by my brain. Feel me? Fatherhood doesn't end when the cum dries. It begins when you clip the chord. My oldest child is seven. I acknowledge that I haven't done shit until my youngest child is walking across a stage getting a degree. I can fuck it all up right now. My brother was roughly my oldest childs age when my parents split. I'm sure up until that point my bro thought that my dad was an alright cat. But here we are a couple of decades(and maybe 7 phone conversations later). Neither of us would piss on that nigga if he caught fire. He deserves no respect...therefore he gets none. The same is true for ANY of you half assed, punk ass, bitch made parents out there.

I'm out....

WTF Wednesday

2010-03-10T17:54:00.000-08:00

What it do good folk. As promised I'm back with these chronicles. I'm enjoyin life right now. Things goin good for ya favorite square. I'm "hittin every bump in my Denali"(c) Dennis Coles. Drivin over that shit like I'm supposed to. Funny shit before I get to the post. A chick from my class at my new job said to me the other day "you seem like a square". Now this bitch never read my blog or anything. How the fuck did she know? Cause for those of yall that though I was bullshittin....I AM A FUCKIN SQUARE!!! This aint no internet bullshit baby. Now...on to bidness....shall we?

In this jawn I just wanted to speak on wild shit I saw all day. It just so happens that its Wednesday and I saw a bunch of WTF shit. So first things fits. Jihad Jane. WTF!!!!! Now I don't know if this is national news. So for those of yall that live outside of my area...a WHITE bitch from Montgomery County(right outside of Philly) decided to take up arms with terrorist and try to recruit them to fuck up shit in America. Somehow she got a cute little nickname "Jihad Jane" and they are poking fun at her on the morning news. Meanwhile, a nigga tries earnestly to blow up a plane on Jesus' birthday and he is just a crazy nigga that tried to kill people. Not cool. WTF America?!?!?!?! Step ya hatin game up.

On to the next one....So I'm driving to work. And they are opening a Chick Fil A near my home. On Sunday while driving home I saw a big sign on the front of this building that said "Open In 5 Days". Don't ask me how...but this morning(only 3 days from the time I saw that sign) I see a bunch of people congregating in the parking lot of this place. I was instantly excited. Then as I roll by I realize its just a bunch of white people rolling out sleeping bags and tents. For a fuckin chicken sandwich. A FUCKIN CHICKEN SANDWICH!!!! I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that there is a Chick Fil A not 5-10 miles in the other direction from my house. So its not like these people are exactly starving for the shit....WTF Whiteman...Step your stake out game up!!!!

Lastly I wanna speak on my new job. I get off at 5 p.m. And I must say that when I leave my place of employment it looks like a club let out. I'm not WTF'ing this...I'm just saying...if you a desperate nigga in the Philly/Chester/Delaware area...come on over at like 445 p.m. suited and booted and you can land a skanky bitch. Its worth a try and there is a lot less comp than sitting outside of any of the dives in the metro Philadelphia area trying to score some trim.

I'm out....

Reparations Day

2010-03-06T15:25:00.000-08:00

What it do good folk? Its ya native square Steez. I'm hittin yall back with these chronicles. Shit is crazy family. I just got my tax money and paid for my family trip to D.R(Dominican Republic). I'm on my way Marcus....just save a seat for me. But really...this bitch treachery means nothing. I got a pocket full of money...and I'm still a fuckin square. Yo before I get to the post I wanna tell yall this bullshit. How about bitch treachery(thats her new name...no more butterbear) mom boyfriend called me yesterday. On some bullshit. Like I won't whoop his old ass. I don't know who's idea that dumb shit was. But bottom line old niggas get fucked up too. I know you readin...you and your friends and your mom or whoever. I will WHOOP AN OLD NIGGA/BITCH ASS!!!!!! Enough of that. Lets get on to the bidness....shall we?

So its March 6th. Most broke niggas got they reparations. AKA tax returns. Man...I needed a new tire right? Well niggas needed new rims. So Steez had to wait. So, a tire that would have originally taken 5 minutes to change...took a whole hour and a half to change. Cause the aformentioned niggas was getting rims. Its all good though. Yall niggas got money from these white men and want to give it right back....I aint mad at ya. But can a square nigga get his tire changed, before you get your rims or your stereo system right?

Another annoyance...so I go to the liquor store. And, for those of you who don't know...most of us squares are lushes. But I go to the liquor store to get some blueberry vodka...and some Elmo Pio Moscato(I wish I could trademark this...cause I know yall niggas gonna bite). Well, the vodka was no problem. But the wine? nah!!! yall niggas celebratin! Got some fed money and actin a damn fool. Got damn.....can yall leave a bottle for a square. It aint Henny. It aint Crissy. So leave that shit on the shelf. Ya under dig?

Last point is for the fuckin cops. I know a lot of stangers read my posts. Well if any of yall are cops...park it up. I saw way too many cops today. I don't know if yall have a fuckin quota or whatnot...but 4 cop cars at a 4 way stop is bullshit. Yall aint doin a got damn thing on these streets. Knock it the fuck off. Cause yall know damn well when I turn the news on tonight its gonna be 5 niggas gunned down with no police response. Bottom line. FUCK FIVE-O!!!!!!

I'm Out.....

Bitch Treachery

2010-03-03T18:41:00.001-08:00

What it look like good folk. As promised its ya main square Count Steezly The Third back with another episode of these here chronicles. Ahhhh, life is kinda good for your gracious host right now. The grind is treating me great, payday is a day removed...and somehow I still have money in my pocket as I type this. What else could a lowly square ask for? Though there are some bad vibes floating around the room that I am writing this blog in...I really don't give a fuck. I feel good. So before I get too cheesy on yall lets get down to bidness.....shall we?

As I'm sure you read, this entry is about Bitch Treachery. The dictionary defines treachery as, violation of faith; betrayal of trust; treason. I know you are thinking, Steezly, what are you speaking of. As I said yesterday, I suspect copious amounts of bitch treachery taking place in my home. Everything from the destruction of my G1. To the complete absence of assistance in fixing the breaks(and various other afflictions) with my vehicle. Point blank the piece of pussy that I put a ring on has fallen way the fuck short of what I expected. The TRUST I instilled in her to be my backbone, my crutch, my rock has been betrayed to say the least.

Lets start with my vehicle. I am the proud owner of a square vehicle. A beautiful(well...not really) 2002 Mercury Mountaineer. For a few months this was the sole means of transportation for the entire F. Steez clan. Alas, in the midst of a nasty public transit strike, Mrs. Steez took this beloved vehicle(against my wishes) to work. At which it time it was promptly booted for various unpaid tickets. It was at this point that the bitch treachery hit new levels. When I asked her for assistance in retrieving vital documents from the truck, as to get the boot removed. I was met with swift and crippling resistance. It was no longe the problem of bitch treachery, merely a product of it. Glad to say, relying on sources that I shan't mention in these pages, I retrieved the documents. Phase two: Traffic court. After going to this foul cauldron of despair I walked away paying half of the tickets. Plus court fees. PLUS the fee to get the boot removed. Point blank a square dropped his whole pay check in court. With a little help from Mama Steez...aaaaand the aforementioned unnamed source I was aiiiight. But when I confronted the bitch treachery head on, I was met with the same blinding resistance. I was disgusted. I resolved at that moment, there would be no treacherous bitchery in the cozy confines of Baron Von Whippington III. This led to more bitch treachery that I will speak on at another time.

I am not the victim though. As I'm sure that most of my readers, especially those that know me personally, will agree with. I am one treacherous square. Not to be outdone. I have gone out of my way to meet this treachery head on. And offer an equal and opposite treacherous act at every turn. Such as, leaving the bitch stranded when her car died. Though I did offer to pick her up. The effort that accompanied it was lacking to say the least. Or in another instance, seeing to it that she went to bed hungry after she created circumstances that allowed me to recklessly wield such power. Let it be known, that all of my treachery has been in direct contention with my normal every day nature. It has taken some time. And an even larger amount of bullshit...but I can say that I have at least ONE treacherous bone in my body. But not enough to fuck up a perfectly good XBox 360....as it is suspected that this crazy bitch did. Thats just crossing the line aint it? you don't take a nigga's vice like that.

As you can see, treachery of any type is very dangerous...and equally stupid. We must avoid this behavior. It doesn't empower, it doesn't equal that imaginary score that only YOU are keeping. In the end all it does is make you look like a jealous, desperate, fool. I am not exempt, none of us are. While we like to cry foul when WE are the victims of treason. All seems to be quiet when we are the creators of it. Thus is human nature. But stil...I say, fuck all treacherous bitches.....

I'm out

The Comeback

2010-03-02T18:08:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk. Guess who's bizzack?!?!? Ahhhhh its been a long time hasn't it. After being prompted by followers, lurkers, and even Mama Steez I came back to drop something on yall. Hope you forgive me for the long lay off. Shit been crazy in Steez land. Unfortunately I can't speak on it just yet. But yall know me, it won't be long before I say fuck it and piss somebody off. Ya dig? So its been so long lets get to the matter at hand.....shall we?

Well, where should I begin? With the grind I suppose. Considering thats what this whole 925 thang is about anyway right? Well since we last got up, a niggaro done got a new job, made some new friends, and found a way to hate the Mrs. just a little bit more. Fo rilla. Without getting too deep(which I can't...seriously) that bitch and I aint even cool anymore. I look at her and see a thousand slave masters with whips and branding irons. Fuck her through and through.

Moving on, my big brother has come back from Iraq. We've gotten the chance to kick it on a couple occasions. Two of them weren't so pleasant as we were morning the death of our cousin. Something I think I spoke on before. I don't remember. But in any event that nigga back and I'm happy.

Ummmm....what else? Yeah, I guess I can tell yall why I haven't been blogging. The trusty G1 suffered some water damage. Those of yall who know, know that that is where I did all of my blogging from. I suspect foul play and bitch treachery but I'll let that die for now. But just know I'm not gonna keep yall waiting for months again. In fact this joint(or as a certain someone doesn't want me to say....jawn) is just to announce my return. Tomorrow I'm putting up a brand new, improved 925 Chronicle. So....if you been missing it...I apologize. But I won't do it again.

I'm out.

Love is Love, Love

2009-11-11T08:46:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk. Its ya boy the internets favorite square, Steez, back at y'all with these here chronicles. Its a dreary day here in the City of Brotherly Thugs. Has ya host in a very contemplative mood. I caught a lot of flack for my last two blogs. Even a couple requests to remove them. No dice. These are my thoughts and my feelings. If you don't like them don't read them. But enough about that, let's get to bidness, shall we.....

As I said I am feeling really contemplative in the wake of what has happened between Butterbear and I. I started thinking about love vs hate vs indifference. I realized that after 27 years love is the word I have used the most, but ultimately the one I understand the least. Whether genuine or used as a flattery, love is the ultimate hyperbole. I realized that I have said that I loved people, things, and places that I knew that I didn't. Why? I don't know. I am currently examining two instances where love is constantly drawing me towards someone, and also where love is pushing me away from someone else. In both instances the love, while largely unspoken, is genuine.

I was trying to examine why we build prison houses such as these for ourselves. Then we have to slap words such as "unconditional" "endless" or "undying" on them to validate them, and also as an excuse to never really show love or express it in any meaningful way. I was discussing with a friend of mine of why saying "I love you" is important. She didn't believe that it is. And I dig it. Its not, not if you have other ways of conveying the emotion. But then I thought, how often is it that we say that knowing its a lie. I admit to doing that quite often. I have relationships where those words are as hollow as "God Bless You". Am I wrong for saying it? Maybe. But it is that which it is.

I have also realized that with the excetion of one person, the people I love the most, are the people I say it to the least. I actually can recall only one time that my grandmother told me she loved me. I was a teen and she was in a hospital bed. I truly believe that she thought she was going to die, and felt the need to tell me that. I hear it all the time whenever I think of her. Of all the times people have told me that, that is the one that is most special to me.

When its all said and done I'm no closer to understanding love, or even knowing how to properly express it. I guess it will be a lifelong journey, maybe I will get tired of searching who knows. But to all those I never told, I love you.

I'm out

Daddy Did It

2009-10-29T05:15:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its that square Steez back at ya with the chronicles. Today is a brisk Thursday morning. I'm a little hungover, which caused me to miss my train and be more than a little late for work. But its all to the good. Let's get to the bidness at hand....shall we?

So since Butterbear and I have decided to stop wasting each others time, we have had more than a couple arguments(with the police being called twice). A recurring theme has been the children. Moreover she repeatedly has told me that she has a deeper bond with the kids than I do? To that I say...GTFOH!!! I guess she's trying to convince herself. Either that or she is rehearsing for family court. Either way its bullshit and she knows it.

This is a prevalent thought especially in the black community. We are a maternal society, for obvious reasons. But don't get it confused ladies, just because you shit out a couple kids doesn't make you Claire Huxtable. There are a lot of half assed or no assed dads out there I know. But there is an equal amount of half assed moms. What women like Butterbear need to understand is that the bond from a father is miles away from where a bond with a mother should be.

Of my four children, three of their first word were da-da(daddy) for whatever reason. I'm extremely close with my kids. But I realize that a lot of men in my age bracket aren't. Something else I realize is that fathers(present or not) are typically blamed for any and all shortcomings a person have, and rarely given credit for success. Peep Dear Mama by Tupac....his mother was a crackhead, and he had nothing but love for her. Even though her being a crackhead probably contributed to the hardships he rapped about in that song, he still took time to shit on his father(who wasn't around) in that song and several others.

As black people we have been conditioned to devalue the importance of men in general and fathers in particular. Some of this is warranted. Because as I stated there are a lot of half assed daddies. But each day there are men like me that wan their children to have the father figure that they never had. And for any woman(my wife included) to try to strip that is not only stupid, but dangerous. So miss me with that bonding shit, when you ain't waking up on the weeken to feed your kids, you ain't feeding them properly among other things. You ain't a mother at that point...you're just the hole they came through.

I'm out

Mama Told Me There'd Be Days Like This

2009-10-16T04:47:00.001-07:00

*sigh*
What it look like folk? Its that square guy Steez back at y'all with some of these chronicles. I'm fittin to get right to it as I'm not in the mood to fuck around today. Shall we?

Well my marriage is essentially over. Among other problems(some that I have written about on this very blog) Butterbear caught me out there fuckin around. The story is the same as you've heard from several young black people you know. Girl suspects something, girl goes through boys shit, girl finds out about other girl, shit hits fan. That happened like 3 weeks ago or two. I don't know. In any event she doesn't want me anymore and I have finally gotten the out that I've been looking for for the past few years, or was I?

As I write this I am trying my damndest to stay objective and not trash her. But at the same time this is MY blog, not a Boyz II Men song. Feel me? When its all said and done we both fell short of what we should have been. And while her missteps aren't as openly egregious as mine, they hold no less weight. Basically saying, if we stated that the rules were to be one way, and she circumventented them for her own game isn't that "cheating". Word game? Maybe.

I wrote a blog some months ago questioning whether we were ready to be married when we jumped the broom almost 7 years ago. I came to the summation that we(or at least I) wasnt/weren't. Over the past few days my wife has sounded like a Mary J song mixed with a lifetime movie. Fuck that. All that "I just want my family and my life back, but YOU ruined it" she even had the nerve a week ago to say she wants her freedom. WHAT?!?!?!? Not to be callous but isn't she the one who went through my personal belongings like I was a prison inmate. FOH.

In short, as a man I acknowledge any and all wrongdoing. I take responsibility for my actions. I was wrong for stepping out. I was wrong for being decietful to the woman I vowed to be honest with. But most of all I was wrong for being shortsighted enough that I failed to realize that to HER marriage was the destination and not the beginning of the journey. And lastly I was wrong for not listening to my mother.....

I'm out

Monopoly On Pain

2009-09-29T04:06:00.001-07:00

What it look like good folk? It's ya main square Steez back at it on the blogosphere. I'm sorry I been gone for so long since the last entry. Sorry to say I've been mourning since my last entry. One of my younger cousins passed on some tragic shit. And frankly I haven't had shit to say. But I'm back now, so, let's get to it. Shall we....

Recently I've been up in my hometown of the Steel City(Pittsburgh Pennsylvania for those of you not in the know). Spending time with my fam in the wake of this tragedy. While doing so I realized something that I guess has always been apparent to me. Black people like to have a monopoly on pain. But also never share happiness. What I mean is, at the funeral everyone wanted everyone else to know that THEY were the saddest person there. Don't get me wrong, it was sad no doubt. The square even shed more than a couple tears. Now, there wasn't the typical grandstanding. But I noticed more than a couple instances of bullshit. It is that which it is I guess.

But that isn't my real issue. Everyone grieves in their own way. My question is, why, as black people aren't we as free and open with our happiness? Given all the shit we've endured as a people, why do we find it so hard to express joy, yet invite others to wallow in agony with us? I don't have the answer. Though I've been thinking on it for the better part of 3 weeks. I want those of you that read this to comment. But not really on the nature of this piece(though you can if you want). But I want everyone that comments to share a happy memory with all of the readers of this blog. Ima do the same right now.

I remember when my cousin Marcus(the one that passed) fucked his leg up riding his dirtbike. He had to have surgery and all that....even got a staph infection. Well he got through all that. Had a big cast on his leg and all that. Well me and his older brother(we were like 15 at the time) used to hit the mall every weekend. Get dressed, try to talk to girls, buy a shirt or something. Well this time Marcus wanted to come. So my aunt FORCED us to take him with us. Well we get to the mall and he's on crutches. We get him one of those jackleg mall wheelchairs. Now this nigga got fresh just like us. So here we are taking turns pushing him around the mall and still tryna front for the girls. While he is sitting in the wheelchair cocked to the side like he's Don Magic Juan or some shit. LOL.

I'm out

How Many of us Have Them

2009-09-03T04:20:00.001-07:00

What it look like good folk? I know its been a while. But I'm back droppin that square knowledge for y'all. For those of y'all that don't know I'm the friendly neighborhood square Steez. Since its been a minute, I won't bore y'all with the details. Let's get to it, shall we?

I've been racking my brain for things to talk about on here. Nothing good was coming to me. Then the longer the time between blogs, the more I felt compelled to hit y'all with the Doug E. Then it hit me, FRIENDS. A universal problem/blessing. So I've lined up four situations or scenarios going on in my life. Hopefully y'all can feel me.

I've never had many friends. I typically kept people around for convenience or to stroke my own ego. But lifelong bond type friends has never been my specialty. Then I looked at my facebook(yeah I have one of those) and clicked on the "friends" tab. Of the 30 some odd images that popped up, aside from family and coworkers I realized I haven't seen most of these people since before I had hair on my nuts. And most of them weren't my friends THEN. From there I was looking through my old blogs. I went all the way back to the first one. I had just parted ways with a friend of over 12 years. I was angry. I was hurt. I was confused. Is that what friendship is about? Well this young lady is back in my life...sorta. she is currently at the business end of a mighty stiff arm, compliments of yours truly. Recently I had a conversation with a *ahem* friend. She said "friends should never be a burden". Talk about real shit. Though I knew this subconsciously, which is the reason for the distance between the original friend and I, it held more weight coming from someone else.

Next, I wanna talk about Butterbear and I. Now, as most of y'all know, her and I were friends before we took it to where it is now. Like really really good friends. Recently I can't but help to think that the friendship, while it is the foundation for our union, is also the reason for its detriment. Feel me. We have all been there with a friend when the joke goes "too far" and someone gets punched in the mouth. Well how do you handle that when the friend is your wife? Things that are easily hashed out or even forgotten about when dealing with friends are now marital issues. Household problems. Having a friend you deem to be lazy is one thing. Having a lazy spouse is totally different. Dig? I have resolved that our friendship is gonna save or completely destroy our marriage.

Speaking of destruction, I have completely laid waste to a friendship that I've had for a while now. Nah there isn't any beef but my actions within the confines of the friendship have assured that said friendship is on borrowed time. What can I say? I have an addiction to high explosives. Let's just hope I can handle the earthquake that is coming.

Lastly, I wanna shout out my muthafuckin FRIENDS Rick, Tiz, and Mel. They are pretty much the only real friends I have. And most definitely the only friends I've made since becoming an adult. We shared an evening together in celebration of our(me, rick, and mel) birthdays. Ball isn't the word. We all had the greatest fuckin time imaginable at Dave and Busters. Good food, good drank, good friends. What else could a square ask for?

I'm out

Parents Just Don't Understand

2009-07-15T03:30:00.001-07:00

Yo what it look like folk? Its Steez back at y'all with a lil post. I was chillin with my kidss and got to lookin back on my own square childhood. So I decided to share somethings with y'all. Its gonnna be pretty short and sweet so.....Shall we?

Instead of getting all teary eyed about my past I decided to have a lil more fun with it. I'm gonna list the 5 Wackest pieces of Gear my mom ever put on me. To preface this conversation I must say that like a lot of you we didn't have much money. My mom was a single mother raising 2 bad ass little boys. She got laid off and was out of work for a spell. So as you can imagine a lot of my clothes were hand me downs. Some also came from the Red White And Blue, which was more or less a bootleg Goodwill(imagine the horror). So without further adieu I will give you the Top 5 Wackest Pieces of Gear my mom ever got me.

5. A bright red pleather Duck feather Down jacket. This is when everyone was rocking Triple Fat Goose down jackets. My mom got me this atrocity. Add to that the fact we lived in a Crip neighborhood and I would have most likely been gunned down for wearing it.....

4. This one is low on the list cause I asked for it. I knew my mom would never spring for some Jordans so I would have her go to Payless and get me the look alikes. Instead of the jumpman logo they just had a nigga holding a basketball on them. Where was Shaq back then?

3. My mom bought me a whole collection of those MC Hammer parachute pants. All different colors and patterns. *shakes head*

2. This irregular ass Enyce shirt....the shirt itself was fly. But the sleeves were too tight. Now I got some pipe cleaners and I was STILL doing the Hulk in this shirt.

And the coup de grace...the ABSOLUTE worst piece of gear I ever had to rock(Bosslady 82 you might remember this one)

1. A Fila Hat. Now, this one deserves some explaining. Peep this is when Fila was the shilznit. I always got the hook up for the first day of school, being that my b day is usually a week or so before. So this was it...my first day in the 6th grade...at a new school. I wanted some new fila kicks, a fila sweatsuit, and a matching hat. My mom came the fuck THROUGH. Navy blue sweatsuit with red and white trim. White high tops with navy and red trim. Pretty fly right? Well let's get to the hat....it was a navy hat with FILA written across the front. The only problem was Fila was spelled out with those white felt iron on letters. LMFAO. My mom couldn't find a hat she liked so she MADE one. Lol. Man I rocked it anyway. Just to the back so people couldn't tease me to my face.

So there it is...my list. Why I'm a square frome way back. Y'all can respond with some of your worst gear memories if you like.

I'm out

P.s. I just wanna say thanks to my mom....I know you were doing the best you could.

Tryna Make it in a Stupid World pt 4

2009-07-11T11:07:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk. Its ya favorite square Steez shining a bright light on the stupidity out there. This one is located right under the market frankford el where frankford meets kensington for those of you located in philly. This used to be a porn theatre. It closed down a year or so ago.....now I see why. I don't know about y'all but I don't know who is dumber. The muthafucker that mispelled the sign. Or the person that actually hung it up.

Do You.....

2009-07-07T13:29:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its been a minute since I blogged. Not much been crackalakin. I was gonna blog about Steve McNair(r.i.p) but couldn't find much to say about it. Oh, for those of you wondering and that have hit me up and asked, me and butterbear are getting it together. Thanks for your concern, or at least your nosiness disguised as concern. But let's get down to bidness. Shall we......

Disclaimer: in no way is this post meant to degrade any muslims or the religion of Islam....if you sensitive about that then curve.....

Take a look at the image above. That's Loon. The dude that used to rap with Ma$e and Diddy. Now his name is Amir Muhadith. He looks like a terrorist. He has just converted to islam and posted videos on youtube speaking on his conversion. This in and of itself is fine. Nothing wrong with a man(or woman) finding God and peace with religion. But why do people(black people in particular) have to take this shit off the deep end? The pic above is a screenshot from an interview he did on al jazeera. Now peep now on the left he is there in his sunni uniform. Al Jazeera deemed it necessary to do a split screen. On the right they ran clips from his videos. Videos of him grinding on pretty young tenders. Whith his shirt of. Consuming(or at least pretending to) alcohol. Not to mention the guy who interviewed him, most likely a life long middle eastern muslim, looked like he stepped fresh out of a wall street boardroom. Clean shaven, crisp suit, gel in the hair. Despite Loon, oops I mean Amir's best efforts to distance himself from his musical past, the reporter went as far as to request a rap. Bottom line? The reporter didn't buy what Loon was selling, no matter how tight his kufi or how long his beard.

Do you. This is a proclamation most commonly heard in hip hop circles. Most commonly it means for a person to do what comes natural to them. Basically be yourself. I've been noticing a regression in this attitude among my people. Especially in the inner city. Historically black people have been stripped of everything, from our language to our names. Most commonly these things were replaced with the names, languages, and religions of our opressors(gasp!!!! Yup even the muslims). So its kinda sad to see us in this day and age using these things to identify who we are as individuals. As I said, there is nothing wrong with being muslim, christian, jewish or anything else. But that shouldn't replace or sublant what or who you were before that.

Who am I? I'm a man. I could throw hundreds of adjectives before man. Black. Intelligent. Funny. Emotional. Sensitive. Fat. The list is long. But that's the core. Sure I could also wax poetic about my own perception of myself...but I won't. But the type of answers I hate are, I'm a father. Well I've only been that for 6 years. Was I nothing for the other 20? That doesn't identify anything about me. Its a part of what I think a man is(providing he has children). But that's not some proverbial bookend to where I begin or end. Because I DON'T begin or end.

So folk, friend, foe, readers. All I'm saying is you are more than a religion, a place, a job title, a degree etc. Our potential far exceeds that. When you limit youself to a title you limit your possibilities.

I'm out

The Magic Man

2009-06-26T18:34:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its Steez back with a heavy heart. We all know what happened yesterday and have all been affected. I wasn't gonna do a Michael Jackson post cause I knew everyone would. But I couldn't resist. Shall we...

I took the last day to reflect on what Michael Jacksons death means. I still don't know. But what I do know is that we lost a national figure of strength and perseverence. We are talking about a man who was basically the bread winner for his entire family at the age of 10. A man who never got to be normal. And while we could never relate to the world he lived in, he made music and did dance moves that changed what we thought was possible. I can do nothing but thank him for that. And the many smiles he gave me. He will be missed

?!?!?!?!?!?

2009-06-23T18:41:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? I came across this at a local store today. I'm sure y'all are already laughing....and there is nothing I can type here that will be more entertaining than the above picture so.....enjoy!!

25/8/366

2009-06-18T07:40:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya favorite square Steez. I haven't done a real blog in a minute. I mean a joint I really put a lot of thought into. Well this is it my people. I ain't gonna beat around the bush...so let's get it. Shall we?

Well I am typing this blog on my trusty G1 phone live from the front row of an elementary school auditorium. Its my oldest daughters move up day. So here I am firmly planted on the unforgiving wood folding seats. I feel like Shaq or somebody in this little shit. But this is my job. Or should I say my duty. This is what being a father s all about. Doing shit you don't want to do and finding a way to smile while doing it. Now, don't get me wrong I WANTED to be here. Bur not an hour and a half early. See my daughter goes to the school that Butterbear works for. So we all rode in together. Of course Butterbear needed to be here for her regular work hours which is approximately 2 hours before the program. So here I am surrounded by children in a bright yellow t shirt, that signifies what child I belong to trying to not look like I belong on To Catch A predator.

We are on the eve of Fathers Day. A "holiday" that is less celebrated than Halloween. As far as black people are concerned I understand why. Niggas ain't around, so why celebrate? But for those of us that ARE around we are lucky to get a couple strips of turkey bacon and a snapple. Mothers and Fathers day aren't really holidays. They are more days that provide opportunity to show appreciation in anyway you desire to who you deem worthy. So to all you men out there black, white, brown, red....that are doing the damn thing I want y'all to know Steez appreciates that shit.

I grew up without my father around. That is most likely what propels me to play such an active role in my childrens life. That and a conscience. Recently I've been at odds with Butterbear(my wife and the mother of all 4 of my kids for those of you that don't know). In that time I've been to 2 recitals(ballet and piano) a kid(not mine) birthday and now this. And in any instance where I showed hesitance to participate(namely the birthday party and arriving 2 hours early to a move up day) she slams the whammy on me. "That's what fathers do". Which pisses me off. Because as I sit here and watch single mother after single mother file in, apparently this is the antithesis of what fathers do. Its what fathers are SUPPOSED to do. But sadly very few follow through. But there is a growing number of men(especially in the black community) that are on their fuckin job. And because of the no good niggas they are taken for granted.

I know a lot of y'all are saying "but steez the fathers you talk about are doing what they are supposed to do" and I agree. But so are the mothers that were revered a month ago. So why can't the daddys?

All I'm saying is no one part is any more ore less important than the other. But if you are a woman or child lucky enough to have a father around, keep in mind that you have a part that a lot of people don't. Appreciate and respect it.

I'm out

For Real Doe!?!?!?!?!?

2009-06-16T18:32:00.001-07:00

I saw this wild shit in the grocery store...the ignorance of this appealed to the nigga buried deep inside me. I almost bought the whole stock of these.....But for now we'll just file it under what the fuck?!

The Death of Black Masculinity

2009-06-10T07:09:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its the nets favorite square Steez. I'm on the el right now fresh from my visit with the urologist. Everything is a go. I will be getting my procedure done on the 22nd. It is actually my procedure or the reaction to it that is prompting this post. So since its out there I might as well get to it....shall we?

Yeah folk, I'm hangin the boys up. We've had a good run. 4 beautiful babies. Even a couple of scares. Lol I'm callin it quits in the sperm game though. But the reaction to my decision from both men and women has been funny to say the least. It seems that the consensus is once a man loses the ability to procreate he loses what makes him a man. Nowhere is this notion more embraced than in the black community. As if we don't have enough baby daddies already.

Take a look at the picture above. That's a dude. In fact this dude was on Americas Next Top Model last year or something. I was recently sick so I stayed home from work. This dude was on Tyras show. After listening to him talk about how he "is a woman trapped in a mans body" Tyra opted to help him get his very pricey surgery. This didn't bother me. If a dude wants to dress like a chick..hey who am I to diss him. But what is wrong with being a man? A black man at that? Elton John has been openly gay for decades. Probably sucked and fucked all types of dudes. But he is still a man. He still values his masculinity.

That attitude is sorely missing in the black community among gay and straight men alike. Masculinity is more than just the ability to create a life. And you don't lose it when you lose that ability. I'm not no fuckin after school special so you're gonna have to define what masculinity is to you. But if your definition doesn't go past ejaculation...then you have a problem.

I'm out

Interesting Question from a Reader

2009-06-07T08:56:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Its Steez back with these chronicles. Since I last touched base with y'all I came down with an illness that kicked my ass. I'm all better now though. But I was out of commission for the better part of this past week. I also got to see my mom this weekend. Her and my aunt came up gor my oldest daughters ballet recital. It was cool to see them after all this time. Now onto the post at hand....shall we?

Late last night I got an email from a reader...she hasn't told me whether or not I can use her name so we will call her A. Well A found the 925 Chronicles via a google search for something about prison or something she is doing for school. Well she saw and read my blog about the criminal mindset. After reading that A decided to ask me what I think political prisoners think of people who are in for "real" crimes.

My answer to that is kinda simple...they don't. In my email to A I referenced George Jackson. A political prisoner who never really denied his association with any criminal wrongdoing. In fact he helped start a gang in prison. Now of course I'm giving an overly simplified view of Mr. Jacksons life and work, but the fact remains that for a number of reasons Jackson sympathized with the majority of incarcerated men at the time.

What I'm saying is, in most instances, a persons view on criminals is based on a lot of different things. But in reality so called political prisoners didn't become that until AFTER incarceration. So they are for all intents and purposes regular prisoners. And anyone that intends to make a difference by going to jail is most likely selfish AND stupid so they don't give a fuck about anyone anyway.

Also you have to consider what being a so called political prisoner would do to ones view of the criminal justice system. If it wasn't already damaged being unjustly penalized for something will most likely destroy any and all faith in that system.

To A, thank you for the intriguing question I hope my answer is adequate. To everyone else keep the questions coming to fsteez44@gmail.com

I'm out

Ups and Downs of Memorial Day Weekend

2009-05-26T03:48:00.001-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its ya favorite square Steez back at it. I hope all y'all had a good holiday weekend. Mine was so so as you will read in this post. So I'm gonna get right to it. Shall we?

My weekend started off quite splendid. Saturday I linked up with the fellas and played some out of shape basketball. It was quite as bad as we all anticipated. Some of the shots even went in!!!!
All in all it was a good day. I just hope we can repeat it with some kind of regularity. *gives friends the stink eye*

Well that's it for the ups. Now for the downs. Me and Butterbear are not vibing. Though we squashed the beef over the vomit in my truck, things have been strained since then. Bottom line I'm not feeling her outlook or ideology right now, as it is counterproductive to mine. I won't completely air her out here but her focus is sorely lacking. I was royally pissed off that she wanted me to go to her brothers STEPSONS party. I repeatedly told her I didn't want to go. I don't care for her family. And I don't care for her when she's around them. I told her to take the kids and have a good time. She kept preaching about needing my "help" with them. Meanwhile she was at her mothers saturday night with all 4 kids. And before anyone starts yeah her mom was at the party.

So she drags me to this shit. And I immediately see why she needed my help. It was a fuckin indoor water park. Too bad she told me that as we were leaving. I didn't have any swimming gear...her and the kids did though. So there I sat all alone(as I told her I would me and she ensured me that I wouldn't). We got into a hellacious argument in the car on the way home. She was mad that on friday night I fixed myself something to eat and didn't give her any. I only did that after she decided to lay around and not go get us anything after SHE suggested it. Oh fuckin well.....

Yesterday was the worst though and I won't get too into it here. But the big blowup finally happened. A lot of f bombs were dropped. Some unsavory things were said about my mother(not really sure why) then the dreaded bilznitch got laid on the table. Yeah folk I went THERE. Needless to say neither of us are very happy right now.

So there you have it my weekend in a nutshell.

I'm out

Steez Goes to the Doctor

2009-05-20T03:48:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya main square Steez with some 925 action fo' y'all. Not much been goin on with me man just maintaining. Dealing with allergy season all this pollen in the air is killing me. But that's about it though. I'm gonna get right to this post shall we?

So yesterday I was off from work due to a doctors appointment. Now I could have easily taken a half day. But I'm a young male who hasn't been to the doctors office in years, so I needed the time to mentally prepare. Since this was my first visit to a new office I arrived a half hour early to fill out all the paperwork. My appointment was @ 2:30 I was sent into the back at about 2:40. The waiting area was packed with just about every demographic you could think of. I was glad I didn't have to sit out there for long. While waiting dor my charts to be prepared the thick slightly hood receptionist engaged me in some light flirting.

When I got back to the exam room it wasn't long before another young black female, this one trying her damndest to mask a jamaican accent, came in and got my vitals. Before leaving she said "please remove all of your clothing. The gown opens to the front". The sexual proposition threw me off. But my elation was soon replaced with fear. I soon realized that my balls were in fact going to be handled by Dr. Fowler.

So there I sat, in some kind of paper towel like robe. With only a larger section of paper separating my naughty bits from whomever decided to walk through the door. It was like a Cinemax porn version of "Let's Make a Deal" and I was the host Monty Balls. I sat there uncomrortably looking through pamphlets about depression and Irratable Bowel Ssyndrome. I realized you should never read those. Because the symptoms laid out are often so vague they basically GIVE you the disease.

After maybe 12 minutes, which seemed like 12 hours, Dr Fowler came in. A tall caramel skinned woman probably around my mothers age. She was very pleasant and even a little funny at times. The checkup was over in about 20 minute...and yes the little guys were inspected. Everything was good for the most part. My blood pressure and weight are a little high,but I knew that already. And thankfully with continued exercise my back will continue to get stronger and hurt less. I also received my referal to the urologist. Yep I'm sorry ladies but the biggest square is hangin 'em up. Lol.

All in all it was a cool experience...I feel better after having gone. I will try to keep it up.

I'm out

Keeping Your Distance from Bullsh!t

2009-05-13T03:43:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Its me Steez back at y'all once again. On a beautiful morning here in Philly. Even though its early the sunbeams are kissing all over my face. There is a slight chill in the air. I like that though, guess its the Pittsburgh in me. Other than that nothing much is going on with me. Despite nursing my sore shoulder I had a great jiu jitsu class last night. But enough about me let's get to the matter at hand. Shall we?

This blog is in response to a couple of emails I got from a woman that reads the blog. She's somewhat like a lurker and wishes to go unnamed so I will respect that. In fact she is the woman who's brother I mentioned in the blog about the criminal mindset a few weeks ago if y'all remember. Anywho she hit me about some mo' stuff.

First up, she told me that last week her brother(not the one that is in jail) was jumped and had his phone stolen in response to this this womans entire family(her included) went to the peoples house to get the phone back or beat the people up or both. Of course none of the above happened. I was baffled when she told me this. When I asked why she went she said she only went because her mom went. Which baffled me even more. I've been doing some self evaluation lately. I've realized that I don't really have any close friends that I've known for a really long time. Why? Because I tend to not get close to people so that in the event they do some bullshit I can go thaaaatta way. It happens all the time.

Next she told me that yesterday her brother that is locked up, was seen by a judge yesterday and is being sent upstate. This man was just released over a month ago. But not having a clear and present aversion to bullshit to bullshit landed him right back. Also recently one of Butterbears brothers was shot....ON SOMEBULLSHIT. Details are sketchy, but when police have to guard your hospital room, its safe to say you were in and around some bullshit.

Now in all of these cases bullshit was there and presented itself as bullshit. Obviously the last 2 ended worse than the first one. What we have to do is get good at identifying bullshit and getting as far away from it as possible. Whether its relatoonship bullshit, ghetto bullshit, business bullshit or just a bullshitting person. Get the fuck away from it. So many people tend to think that being involved in bullshit is going to somehow be advantageous to them. It won't. Even if the detriment doesn't come until way down the line its going to present itself. A lot of time the reprecussions will be wasted time and energy resulting in missed opportunity. Basically, you'll be sitting there when its over in your jail cell, hospital bed, ghetto living room wondering what else you could have been doing.

As for bullshit people or people that like to be around bullshit. Distance your self from them immediately. For starters they deal in bullshit all the time so they know what they are doing. You don't. Which means YOU'RE the one that is gonna end up fucked up behind their bullshit. A kid just got killed in Philly walking down the street with someone that was on some bullshit. The bullshitter is alive and well and not snitchin of course. Secondly, if you deal with bullshit individuals they will inevitably start bullshitting you. Which you will either reject and have to deal with a bullshit situation to get rid of them(see my first blog) or you will accept it and start bullshitting yourself, which will eventually lead to you becoming a bullshitter yourself.

In the end, as an adult bullshit should not be fun, cute, cool etc. That shit is annoying to people that have any sense at all. Stay away from bullshit at all costs. It'll ruin your life. I bullshit you not.

I'm out

Pleasure & Pain

2009-05-11T04:04:00.001-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its ya resident square Count Steezula, or just Steez if you're into the brevity thing. It was a beautiful weekend here in the city of brotherly thugs. After 11 straight days of rain the tepurature went up and the sun came out. I hope yall mothers out there had a good day for mothers day. I'm sure in most cases it was well deserved. But I'm gonna get right into this blog shall we?

The title of this post is Pleasure & Pain as you can see. Those two words most adequately sum up my weekend. Chronologically the pain comes first so that's what I'm about to touch on. So Saturday was Butterbears turn to take our daughter to dance class. She took all of the kids, so I decided to go to jiu jitsu class. This was my first time at a weekend class so I was pumped. It was packed as shit in there as I expected. There were people in there that I've never even seen before. So I paired off with a guy named Todd(my brothers name...which is ironic) a middle aged white guy, who kinda resembles Bob Ross in look and attitude. I've observed this guy before and he looked like a good partner if your looking for a challenge. He is a bluebelt with good size to him and a somewhat awkward yet effective technique. Well, on this particular day we were learning some chokes from the knee to stomach position. Knee to stomach is exactly what it sounds like, one person on their back the other to their side with their knee planted in the other persons stomach. One of the chokes we did was to slide your hands into each side of the persons collar and grab the material(the person on top does this) then drop your shoulder to their chest and walk your legs around until in a 69 like position. This creates a vice around their neck with your arms and the material of their shirt. Well I was on the bottom. And the proper position to take is with one hand up protecting your head from knees and other strikes. Well when Todd began the choke my arm that was protecting my head got trapped between his hip and bicep. Don't ask me how. The fucked up part is that was to be the hand I was gonna tap out with to make him release the hold. I couldn't free it until my elbow was almost pointed straight above my head. I tapped and he let go, completely unaware of what just happened. I sat up with an insane amount of pain in my right shoulder. As I moved it around to see if it was dislocated, broken or anything else. It wasn't so I continued to train MACHO MAAAAAN!!!(c) Richard Pryor. So hear I am monday morning on my way to work, with what is most likely a separated shoulder. The things we do....

Now onto the pleasure. For mothers day I took Butterbear to a restaurant called Fogo De Chao. Its a Brazilian Steakhouse here in downtown Philly. They specialize in the guapo style of service which is basically all you can eat. Its not a buffet though. How it works is you get seated(thankfully I made reservations) and your "server" let's you know what your side dishes are and that you will keep getting them as long as you can take it. And that the salad bar is there for you too. She instructed us not to fill up on the salad bar though. So we went over to the salad bar and had at it. I got a nice bed of lettuce with cucumbers tomatoes croutons and a nice oil based dressing. I guess it was some kind of vinegrette. I also took some bread and this fruit type salad. It was made of apples, raisins and some kind of dressing, very tasty. When we got back to the table our sides were waiting for us, a plate of mashed potatoes dressed with chives, paprika, and cheese, a plate of fried plantains, and this plate of a fried bread od some sort, and a basket of rolls. Also as the server told us our cards were on the table. Two circular cards that resembled coasters. One side red, one side green. We both ate a little then turned our cards from red side up, to green. Within minutes the men walking around with different cuts of meat on the skewers were stopping at our table offering us some, everything from sirloin, prime rib, lamb leg, lamb chops, pork roast, sausage, filet mignon wrapped in bacon, chicken wrapped in bacon...the works. You can have as much as you want, whatever you want as long as your card is green. Then you can turn to red so you can eat without being bothered. Then back to green if you desire. Its a very cool experience. Butterbear really enjoyed it. I would recommend this spot to y'all. They are located all over the country, Google Fogo De Chao to see if one is in your area. Now I warn you its a pretty pricey spot, its like 40 bucks per person but id say its well worth it if you're a carnivore.

Aiiight y'all that's it for me. Don't forget to shoot me your questions and topics.

I'm out

Randomocities the Sequel

2009-05-06T13:52:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its Steez back at ya once again with these Chronicles. I was happy at the response I got to my first question and answer post, and hope y'all keep hitting me up with topics and questions. Oh and I don't mind if y'all ask me personal questions....within reason. Underdig? Also I got some emails asking how things are with me and Butterbear. Things are good. We had a good discussion Monday night actually. Both got some things off our chest...both conceded that I am and always will be right....lol. nah but on the rilla real, its good and we are back on the same page. Shout to Serenity for jumping in my ass with her response to that blog...lol. I just had some random shit for y'all today....uhhh so onto the post shall we?

1. I love riding the subway, you can rip some hellacious farts down there and nobody will know.

2. What's up with the feeling of solidarity that you have with total strangers when you see the have the same mobile device or pda....but you wan to kill them if they have the same kicks.

3. Swine flu has made it so that coughing or sneezing in public makes you feel like the ultimate black sheep.

4. How tight are pants gonna get before enough is enough.

5. People kill me, they will drink disgusting "detox" solutions...when eating yummy fruits and veggies with water clean you out just as good, if not better?

6. What's with the infomercial with the dude advising you on bowel movements?

7. Just ripped another one.....they STILL don't know

8. I wonder if Ricky Hatton woke up yet

9I don't know why...but white muslims are really funny to me.
10. It really sucks that my TV fucks up when a helicopter goes over my house now that I have a digital converter

11. I think the lady next to me may be on to my little gas operation...must relocate

11. Happy mothers day to all the moms that read this

I'm out

Half Assed Effort

2009-05-04T03:42:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk? Its ya friendly neighborhood sqare Steez reporting for duty. I'm out here in the rain debating whether I should walk to the El or catch the bus. But enough about me, its about the blog....shall we?

Its a cold rainy morning, and my mood is similar to the weather. Butterbear and I haven't really spoken since thursday. Mostly because of what I deem to be her half assed efforts. This all started when I was at jiu jitsu class on Thursday. When I get my phone after class I see that she had left me a voicemail. See, when I go to class I take her car and leave my truck, just in case she needs to load up the kids and go somewhere. On this particular evening she needed to go to the bank. She also had plans to pick up some dinner from pizza hut. Her phonecall was to inform me that while in the car my oldest vomitted. So I called her after listening to the message, she assured me that the mess was cleaned up, and our daughter was alright. I asked her to spray my strawberry car freshner so the stench wouldn't linger. Her response "you can do that when you get home". At this point she told me that she hadn't gotten dinner so she would meet me outside when I arrived so she could do that. When I got there she came out to the car, I made a b line to my vehicle to spray it down. After spraying the 1st and second row, I went to the rear of the truck and opened the hatch so I could spray the 3rd row. It was at this point I was greeted by a football sized pile of vomit that resembled hamburger helper, and its splashes on the back of my gray leather seats. My bloodpressure surely rose to stroke levels. Realizing that after a grueling class I would have to perform some type of yoga activity to even get back there to clean it.

To be clear Butterbear did offer to clean it. But I didn't want anymore half assed efforts from her. I did it myself. Now, it is her contention that she didn't see the spit up. I believe her. THAT'S why the effort was half assed. Why wouldn't you look back there? Considering that's where her seat is. Granted she threw up more in the middle of the car, but still. When cleaning anything you should be looking everywhere, especially when cleaning up something like vomit it could be any and everywhere.

So after discussing this, she gets mad. As if I shouldn't have said anything. This pissed me off further. She was going downstairs so I asked her to bring my phone charger out of my bag. I must let it be known that I did not specify which bag, being that my bag I carry to work and my jiu jitsu bag were both downstairs at the time. But honestly which one would YOU think that its in? If you said the work bag you get a gold star, if you said jiu jitsu? You have detention. So upon searching my jiu jitsu bag she resolves that its not in there and tells me such. Why not check BOTH bags before giving up? Half assed effort. Its bullshit. And I deserve better.

This is something I have noticed is prevalent in married women, especially young married women. They do everything under the sun to GET the guy, then somewhere along the way everything food, effort, poo see etc gets rationed out. What's up with that? That's for everybody, you should get out of a situation what you put in. If you give 100% you should receive 100%. Anything less is some half assed bullshit. Maybe its our faults for having so much faith and marrying y'all so quickly. But I tend to believe that muhfukas get complacent. Which is not the way to achieve anything. Be happy with what you have but you should never be satisfied. Satisfaction breeds comfort, comfort breeds laziness. Who wants a lazy muhfucka?

I'm out

Letting It Go

2009-05-03T14:35:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez right back at y'all. Its been a dreary ass weekend. Rainy and cold...well not really cold but definitely not as warm as its been. Butterbear and I checked out the Wolverine movie on Friday. That shit was cool. The action was definitely on point. But they really bastardized the story. I'm not gonna ruin anything but they really changed a lot of shit from the comics. Yesterday I hooked up with the homies to watch Pacqiao beat the brakes off of Ricky Hatton. It was good to get out the crib though. Well people I got my first blog question in my email. So ima get to it....shall we.

My first question comes from a female reader. BossLady82. She is currently going though some bullshit with her man so she wanted me to address moving on after having been with someone for a while.

Funny shit right before I read her email, I was doing some facebook stalking. I saw some chick from my pasts page. Apparently she was engaged at some point and somewhere along the way that shit fell apart. She referenced having to "start all over again". That shit is hilarious considering she is only 25. That's some shit I see a lot though. First we put too much importance on who we are with. Some muhfuckas hang their whole identity on who they are with. That in itself makes it hard to "move on". You always have to maintain a sense of identity. A sense of self. Basically what I'm saying is, a big part of moving on is not attaching yourself to begin with. May sound cold but its a reality.

Something else, if the muhfucka that you're with fucked up, you didn't lose anything. Think of it as gaining freedom. Fuck 'em and feed 'em fish.

Well Bosslady82 I hope that was adequate. I'm not much of an advice guy so I tried to generalize it. And for the rest of y'all don't forget to hit me up with questions or blog topics fsteez44@gmail.com also shout out to Mel and his family for giving me a spot to watch the fight...big up to his mom for making the bangin food...big up to Monsta for drivin my drunk ass home.

I'm out.

Did President Obama Kill The Boogeyman?

2009-04-30T03:51:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya host Steez back with some more fo' ya. I STILL don't have the swine flu so go figure. Yo, don't forget that y'all can hit me up at fsteez44@gmail.com with questions for me or topics that y'all would like me to blog about in the chronicles. But on to the regularly scheduled blog. Shall we....

As you can tell by the title this post is gonna be a bit more political than the rest. I was hesitant to touch on this but a co worker who reads my blog suggested I go in...so in I am going. Yesterday marked President Obamas 100th day in office. So naturally people are evaluating his job so far. the evaluation process has been a little more rigorous than I've seen for anyother president in my life, for obvious reasons. So my co worker wanted to know how I think our leader has done. My answer? FUCKIN AWESOME!!!!!! He killed the boogeyman, what else can you ask for?

When I was thinking back on the lat 100 days, which have been tumultuous at best, I can't help but notice the progress made. Nah, not the bullshit you read in the paper. Not the drivel you see on the news. I'm talking about the expressions on everyones face. I don't see fear anymore. I'm not saying that the country is in any better shape now than it was the night Obama was elected. What I am saying is that people BELIEVE that it is. With reports of record stock losses becoming a bad memory, the war in Iraq taking a more positive turn, and a more transparent government body than we've seen in quite some time. People are starting to breathe easy. Until the swine flu made everybody wear a mask.

I'm gonna come right out and say that I don't believe this swine flu thing is what they say it is. Yeah I think that it exists, and yeah I think some people have gotten sick and maybe even died(though not in th U.S.). Basically I think the government was tooling around with a biological weapon to use(maybe on N Korea, Russia, or China) and things went awry. What I DON'T believe is this pandemic bullshit. With the symptoms being so mundane anyone on anyday could be feeling "swiney".

Point blank the government, mostly the right wing, NEED fear for any crazy agenda they want to push. Fear is their drug of choice and it produces a monetary high. But our president seems to have taken that fear out of the majority of the American culture, at least for the time being. Peep how things have been in the past few months. The government has been urging U.S. citizens to stay out of Mexico for a couple of months now, citing everything from the drug cartels kidnapping tourists, to their palsy relationship with Russia. Did we stay away? Fuck no. Or take the Somalian Pirate situation a few weeks ago. When they were asking different american crew captains why they sail through those notoriously dangerous waters, the answer was simple. They never attack americans.

While still shakey its apparent that our feelings of positivity, fearlessness, and invincibility are approaching pre 9/11 highs. How else can the powers that be do away with that? Make people believe that some shit that resembles the flu and/or the common cold(and is just as easy to catch) can kill you. Did anyone else peep last night that Fox was the only channel that didn't cover President Obamas speech live? Not only did my local Fox not cover his mostly positive and hopeful speech, they didn't even mention it. They were talking about...you guessed it the swine flu. Sly Fox indeed.....

I'm out.

Examining the Criminal Mindset

2009-04-27T07:51:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its ya favorite square blogger....the one and only Steez. Man spring officially kissed Philly this weekend. It was in the 90s, kids were out playing, niggas was on the grill, music was bumpin. Good times. Also I wanted y'all to know I'm opening up my email to y'all. So please feel free to email me your questions or things you would like me to discuss on this here blog. I don't really plan to give ADVICE but if you want a squares point of view on some shit I will hook you up. The email is fsteez44@gmail.com so hit me up. Uhhh okay I guess we gonna get into it. Shall we?

This post came to my mind just a couple hours ago. A friend of mine informed me that her brother was charged with burglary. The sad thing is that her brother JUST got out of prison less than a month ago.
I've never been a person that really understood, much less empathized, with the criminal mindset. I never hated on it either. It was what it was. But instances like the one I just spoke on are becoming more and more common. So I started wondering why. When I say why what I mean is looking into the mind of someone that is more or less a career criminal. I'm not gonna discuss WHY people do crimes. We know the social and economic reasons already.

One thing I've noticed, especially in the black community, going to jail is damn near revered. As recently as when I was a child being a nigga that went to jail made you a pariah. Now? Ya girl takes care of you and half the hood is waiting to throw you a party when you come back. I'm not saying that ex cons should be outcasts...but when you remove that negative stigma AND replace it with rewards its only natural for a person to find the act easier to cope with. Also when you look at some of the people that are involved in the never ending whirlwind of prison, they are people that aren't rewarded for much else EXCEPT surviving multiple jail terms.

Something else I noticed is the overly sympathetic view towards criminals. I'm aware that as black people we have a severe distrust of law enforcement and the judicial system, and rightfully so. But every nigga in jail isn't Huey Newton. Actually MOST of the dudes there deserve to be there. We have to get it out of our minds that "they" are always out to get "us". That's an archaic belief that we have to let go of. Yeah the law isn't on our side most of the time, but that doesn't mean make us all political prisoners. Because honestly that is enabling and in some cases motivating people to be criminals.

After examining these very rudimentary elements of criminal mindsets, I asked myself how does it stop. Quite frankly it doesn't. Crime will always be there. There will always be people that see that as their only option. We have to stop cosigning ignorance though. I know people make mistakes and should be forgiven. But to keep banging your head on the same wall? I can't ride with that. A lot of black men were never taught responsibility. What is more irresponsible than crime? So they inevitably put themselves in a position where they don't have to be responsible for anything. Its cyclical behavior. Plain and simple. We have to stop providing emotional, physical, and economic crutches for people that purposely cripple themselves.

I'm out

The Return to Innocence...In a Sense

2009-04-22T18:12:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Starting square number L7 its STEEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!!! Thank you thank you, you're too kind. I'm back at y'all with some more of the chronicles. So I'm gonna get back to it since I don't have much to say outside of the topic at hand. Shall we?

So I was doing some facebook stalking recently. Instead of looking for high school people I haven't seen in a while I took it back to middle school. When I did this, a lot of names came to mind. Some I found. Some I didn't. But one stuck out....Kaylin...I'm not gonna drop her whole government on y'all. But this was a girl I spent most. Of my middle school years "chasing" after. I wasn't quite the suave square that is writing this right now. Most of my preteen advances were mostly weird jokes and wild antics. But I'm not really here to talk about that.

I was really thinking about the simplicity of those times. Especially in the dynamics of male female relationships. You tell a girl you like her, she says she likes you back. You hold hands until your palms sweat and make farting noise. Yo go home, hump your pillow and go to sleep. Or, you tell a girl you like her. She recoils in disgust, clowns you. You go home sulk, hump your pillow then go to sleep. Very uncomplicated stuff...and for better or worse you could hump a pillow. Now there is so much more in play. So much more at stake.

Seeing Kaylins picture took me back to the time when sex wasn't even a real possibility. Though I thought about it constantly. it was hard enough to TALK to a girl...involuntary erections played spoilsport to any fly thing you could think of. When I dedicated songs(all I do by troop) in my head. On some real Kevin Arnold shit ya know.

I'm not trying to really walk down memory lane, that's not my thing. But I couldn't help but think back to those simpler relationships...and how complicated we tried to make them. We as adults always wish we could "know then what we know now" ...but in a lot of cases what we didn't know is what made it beautiful...in a sense.

I'm out

Bathroom Rules for Men

2009-04-15T13:35:00.001-07:00

Yeah I know folk I'm right back. But after several odd encounters with grown ass men in the restrooms at my job I thought that this was a must. Its gonna be short and sweet. Shall we?

1. If there are more than 2 available urinals and we enter the bathroom at the same time. DO NOT go to the one right next to me.

2. Eyes forward

3. Shut the fuck up. We can discuss the weather, sports, or anything else once the boys are back in the house.

4. If you finish before me and the sinks are in line with the toilets, unless its defective use the sink farthest away. Why make me pass by your bent over ass?

5. Cut out the fake hand washing. If your going to exert the energy to turn on the water, run your hands under it. I'm taking mental note, and if you aren't really washing don't ever try to shake my hand.

6. Stop OVER washing. You took a piss, you're not delivering a baby. If touching your tool for 8.5 seconds made you feel the need to bathe as though you just came in contact with radioactive waste? What I think doesn't matter. Consult a physician.

I'm Such a Geek

2009-04-15T05:01:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its the big square Steez droppin some more of these here chronicles. Not much been goin on since we last met up. My Easter weekend was pretty much wrecked by some kind of chest cold/ pneumonia/repiratory infection like demon that took me out of commision Friday afternoon. I wasted 12 bucks on some Mucinex. No lie that didn't do a damn thing for me. Then I whipped up the disgusting concoction of apple cider vinegar, honey, and warm water, like Gram used to give us. A vile swill indeed. But within the hour I felt the cold in my chest breaking up. So fuck you Mucinex!!!!! Thanks to our old broke relatives that came up with some of these remedies. Well I guess I should move on to the task at hand...shall we?

While everyone was out copping the new Jada album, I went a more geek-y route and conserved my limited resources for a greater treat(for me anyway) That's right the supervillain has returned. I just grabbed up DOOM(formerly MF DOOM) new album Born Like This. This is an album I've been waiting for for over 3 years. And boy was it worth the wait. This ain't an album review, so I won't bore y'all with the details. But if you lookin for some good underground hip hop, are a fan of his, or just want to try something new? Check ot my man DOOM. Note: Steez just realized that his new CD is still at home, therefore he cannot listen to it at work. A tear forms. Until he realizes that he copied it to his trusty G1 phone. CHUUUUCH!!!!

I just read something real cool. As most of you know I'm a gamer. I spend a significant amount of money on my hobby. Anywho I just saw a new "console" is looking to compete with Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo.
The company is Rearden Labs. Their creation is OnLive(pictured above). Its basically a portable harddrive that you can go online and download games on, then connect to your TV and rock out. Of course the games are either purchased or rented. Online play will most likely be handled on regional servers to keep lag down. Meaning you will be able to play online but only against people in your local area. The controller that is offered gives players the ability to pause, rewind, and record their games(madden beatdowns just got a little more humiliating).

All in all I think this is a great idea. Though a price has not been set for the harddrive or the games, they will most likely be much cheaper than the alternatives on the market now(maybe comparable to the wii). Throw in the option to rent and its definitely a deal. While it most likely won't be as "cool" to have this as it is the other 3 systems, this could take the burden off the shoulders(and wallets) of parents. Also casual gamers who really my only buy a couple of games a year don't have to drop $600 to do so.

The one pitfall that I read in the Game Informer is that while 9 big name game publishers such as EA(responsible for Madden), THQ,and Ubisoft to name a few, have signed on the games being offered are ones that have already been release. Basically, when a new game releases it won't release that day on OnLive. Kind of a bummer. But honestly, most working adults don't buy games on the release date. But the question is how long do you have to wait? Also the aformentioned lag time and how itmay effect how you play and who you can play.

All in all, I don't think that this will catch on. But I do believe that this innovation will maybe spark the "next big thing" in home entertainment. Video games are still a growing medium. Some video game production costs rival major motion pictures, games and consoles are quickly becoming too expensive for both the player and the studios. Trimming of the fat isn't a bad thing. I'm looking forward to the release of OnLive and the gaming communities response. The future is here folks.

I'm out

Check out the OnLive at www.onlive.com

Tryna Make It In A Stupid World pt 3

2009-04-09T13:39:00.000-07:00

Right back...What it look like folk. I saw this on my work and had to share it with y'all. This joint is located in downtown Philly at the fruit stand in the Gallery. I was gonna cut the dude some slack on account of him being a foreigner. But then I thought about the watered down smoothies(way too much ice) and how he watches me when I'm looking over the fruit and said fuck it....

Maybe it Wasn't Meant to Be

2009-04-09T07:54:00.000-07:00

I failed. I'm sorry y'all. Just know that I tried. I'm tired now, gonna go home and play with my babies. Nah, I'm not having a Carlitos Way moment. I'm reflecting.

I was supposed to start the revolution. I spent years reading, remembering, and regurgitating DuBois, Newton, Garvey, Marley, Wu Tang, Gaye, Cooke, Christ, Gibran etc. All in hopes that I could leave my fingerprints in the same way that they did. That I could be someone that future generations would quote, equipping themselves for the everyday psychological war that IS being black in America. My words, both written and spoken, would be emblazened on the collective consciousness of the community at large. I would be the real life Dan Freeman.

But here I am. G1 in hand thinking of what should have....could have happened. Folk, I wanna tell ya, what coulda happen DID happen. But it all depends on where you where when it went down. I never got my Tommy Smith/John Carlos moment. So my black fist on the olympic podium became a t shirt and some so called jewels dropped on a street corner in the slums. Maybe the moment came and I was too high or drunk to step up. Maybe someone cut in line.

I'm here to say fuck a maybe. Fuck what you missed, its time to CREATE the moment. The time and space for a true revolution. I'm not just talking about some racial bullshit. I'm saying period. Recently I've been really contemplating some moves I wanna make(those close to me know what I'm speakin on) and its fuckin time. I've realized that I'm never gonna have enough time, space, energy, know how, experience to do a muthafuckin thing but talk. And franlky, I'm tired of talkin....

I'm out

Home Alone Musings

2009-04-04T16:19:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? I'm here all alone. Well not really. Butterbear went to Pittsburgh for an anime convention. So she took our girls with her. The girls are staying with my mom. So I'm here with the boys and we are having guy fun. I was gonna take them to the park but it was windy as hell today which made it feel a little colder than it really was. So we been in the house playing cars and watching different movies. Right now we are watching the Final Four. I got a cold tall can of bud ice, college hoops on the tube, and my boys. Life is good. I'm gonna take this post to share some things I've noticed since my time here alone. Shall we?

Conditioning is a muhfucka. I function as if Butterbear is here. Though I woke up sprawled oun in the bed, I could fall asleep until I was scrunched up on my little corner of the bed.

Home alone nudity = good times

I realize how much I talk when there is nobody to talk to.

It was cool to wake up and have my oldest son in bed with me...I guess he misses mommy and his sisters as much as me...an interesting exhibit of non verbal male bonding

I forgot how fun it was to just crash matchbox cars

Latenight stroking is a lot easier when you know nobody is gonna catch you

There is nothing more liberating than taking a dump with the door wide open...seriously folks, you gotta try it.

The house is spookily quiet when I get out of the shower

Man I hate silence....

My sons reaction to Bravestarr(80s saturday morning cartoon) was great

Blake Edwards seems like a sucka

Being drunk isn't as much fun when Butterbear isn't here for me to annoy

Bud Ice is actually a disgusting swill

I love my family.

Git 'Er Done

2009-04-01T17:58:00.001-07:00

What it look likew folk? I'm back. And I'm happy to tellz y'all that the Baron is back. Parked right out front where he belongs. It was a helluva journey. And an expensive one.

Well it took about 5 minutes and 50 bucks to get my registration straight. Then it was time to deal with the bastards that towed my car. I got my gameface on. After a quick stop at the ATM(of course they only took cash). I strolled up to the window and spit a lil G. Dude knocked off a couple of the fees. I paid 279. With the extra dough ima get my mom a little something.

Well people its been a long ass day. And my back is tight from all the walking. My quads are sore from last nights jiu jitsu class...and I'm tired as hell. Ima lay my ass down and reflect on the fuck up that caused all this shit. I'm just glad everything worked out.

Victim of the Joke

2009-04-01T11:02:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? Its Steez once again. I'm not in the best of moods right now. You can find me somewhere between Pissedville and Downertown. So let's get into it. Shall we?

I am currently on the K bus on my way to who the fuck knows. Why? My car got towed yesterday. It was my fault. A situation with my registration that I took too long to try to clear up. But the city, strapped for cash, considered it prudent to come tow my shit from in front of my crib while I was at work yesterday. They also considered it wise to leave NO information as to where I could locate my vehicle. I actually had to call 911 to report it stolen to start getting answers. Then I spent all of this morning while at work harrassing different police dept facilities until I tracked down my ride. Now I find out that The Baron is being held hostage and the ransom is 3 hunnid and counting...PLUS what I gotta pay to straighten out my registration mess. I know, I fucked up. But hopefully I have this fixed within a day or two. Hustling up the money is the problem. My mom and brother came through with a good amount of paper(I don't know what I would do without them). So now I gotta dig up the rest.

I'm here at the spot clearing up the registration. It all went smooth. It smells really good in this place. I'm just thinking about some G I can spit at the tow spot to get my car back for less than 300 bucks. Wish me luck.

End of My Love Affair

2009-03-31T05:32:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? It seems like its been a while since I posted. But in reality it hasn't even been a week. It beez that way I guess. This won't be a long one so I'm gonna get right to it. Shall we?

*cues The Masquerade is Over by David Porter*

Yeah folks. I gotta end this little love affair I've been having. Not because I should, not because I can't go on. But because it is proving to not be worth my time. I ain't gonna lie, I used to fiend for that thang. We would meet up once a week. Make it do what it do, I would be satified and spend the next 6 days fantasizing about the next visit. My nose was wide the fuck open.

I know what your thinking. What about Butterbear. Well she's cool with it. In fact she put me on to this one. We used to link up with the love affair together. It gave us something to talk about. It was exciting. But after our rendezvous last night I can tell she's not feeling it anymore either. We've been going through the motions for a couple of months now. The love affair probably hasn't even noticed. But I'm done.

Heroes, this is my goodbye. You haven't been treating me the same as when we first met. Lately you've been so self indulgent, complicated, and downright confusing. I don't know what you want from me anymore. I've looked past your idiosyncrasies for long enough. I waited for you during the writers strike. I excused your infidelity during the second season. Shit I even blamed myself. But what your doing now is too much. Sylar as a psuedo hero, partime villain? That's the best you have to give me!?!?! After all the bullshit you put me through. The wack as "fight" between Peter and Sylar to end Season 1? The way you've killed nikki/jessica 3 times just to bring her back as a new character? Hiro in fuedal Japan!!!! Yeah okay. I see how much I mean to you. that's why I've been faking it. Yup ever since Claire was kidnapped by the puppet master. Even when mohinder was basically turning into Seth Brundel from The Fly. So fuck you.

I will still check you out. But you no longer occupy my time the way you once did. Consider yourself demoted to jump off status. I bang with House on mondays primarily now. Deal with it. Step your game up and maybe we can discuss a promotion. Until then? Fall the fuck back.

I'm out

The High Price of Poo See

2009-03-26T08:27:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk. Its ya man Steez here with an important message in these economic times. This is urgent for men and women a like. Consider this insider trading from the 925 Chronicles. Shall we?

A conversation I had with a female co worker of mine brought an overlooked item in this topsy turvy economy. We've all learned to manage how to get the most gas for our money. How to supply the appropriate amount of food for our family. And most of us have even found some wiggle room for our vices. But something they AREN'T saying is the sky rocketing, pocket busting price of poo see. We have a crisis that needs to be addressed.

I thought back after my conversation about approximately what my poo see bill is at this point. I consider with the college education I lost while in pursuit of this liability, the time I could have spent with my mind on getting some money, I have a poo see tab in the tens of thousands of dollars. Maybe approaching a hunnid large. Be clear, the TIME I spent is immeasurable in value...I can't even calculate the value of the hours I spent chasing and humping on chicks. It saddens me people. But I see that the price of poo see is on the rise at a speed faster than crude oil or gold. With stupid niggas(male and female) with nothing to talk about, no real tangible goods, and no real aspirations poo see is at an all time high. But this ain't the stock market. There is no chance of winning. Whatever time or energy you "invest" in this resource is gone. There is no return. There is no interest. So men think about it long and hard before you deposit anything into this firm. There are niggas SPENDING the rest of their lives in prison behind poo see. Be it that they tried to steal it or kill someone for it. Either way you LOSE. There are far more fruitful endevours with a higher payout. Poo see will be there...it shouldn't be your incentive though. Think of it as a benefit. Ya dig?

Now for women, the exact opposite is true. Your poo see is declining in value. The market is currently flooded with cheap poo see. So you have to come with something else. Similar to wendys selling chili and baked potatoes. You can get a burger anywhere. So even though dudes out here are willing to pay any price for it, it puts the owners under pressure to think of new and creative ways to manufacture, promote, package, and distribute the product. And you can't forget to look at it as such. Its not the key to the universe, its not the secret to keeping a man, its not the magical answer to all of lifes question. Its a product, something that people will pay for one way or another, be it with time, energy or actual currency. This does not make you a prostitute or a whore. Think of yourself as an entrepreneur. Manipulate the value of your product with the right advertisement and you'll be sure to profit.

Now onto the seriousness of the matter as it pertains to us as a people. Now this is more for my brothers and sisters, but all are welcome to keep reading. The effect of this fluctuating price of poo see is having on our collective psyche. Niggas going morally bankrupt trying to maintain their poo see lifestyle. I'm talking about women and men neglecting home responsibilities such as kids, mates, the home, to chase or distribute poo see. Everything you have will go into forclosure for REAL. It is not worth it, if you can't afford it, put it off until you can. Niggas is out here like modern day bucks. Don't have shit but a swingin dick. Done lost they're kids, good women, and most importantly respect. Chasin some shit that don't stop runnin. Cut it the fuck out. Let's grow up, invest our resources wisely and live like kings and queens. Aiiiight?!?!?!?!

I'm out

Shout to Tis, Rick, and Mel for helping me give birth to this concept.

Hurtlock 101

2009-03-25T03:33:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Ya host Steez back @ cha with the Chronicles. Not much has been crackin with me since the last post. Some stupid muhfucka just set a dumpster on fire in back of my house. That has me a little pissed off. Some people are really assholes. But on to the blog at hand...shall we.

My ass is freshly kicked people. I just came from my first Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class and HOT DAMN!!!! That shit is no joke. I'm in pain pretty much from head to toe. Let me start off by saying that the gi we wear is heavy as a peacoat. So I started sweatin immediately. We went through warm ups so by the time we paired off I looked like Patrick Ewing in overtime. I paired off with a hispanic dude, his name was Henry if I remember correctly. He is on his way to a black belt. Very cool dude. I peeped him in the last class that I watched, very helpful to the more inexperienced students.

Todays lesson was escaping a headlock. First we practiced it as if you're standing and someone tried to grab you. This part was pretty easy to get down. A lot of work, and aside frome a grown ass man trying to put my head in a vice tight headlock not all that painful. Now when it was time for me to headlock him things got interesting. The end of the defense was a standing armbar that is meant to simultaneously dislocate the shoulder and hyperextend the elbow. Now, we aren't doing these moves to hurt the person. And the person receiving the move is instructed to tap out as soon as you feel pressure. So it didn't hurt THEN but my shoulder feels wild right now.

Next it was time for some groundwork. This is when things got put on proverbial steroids. Now I'm sure that every form of fighting is extremely intense. But you can pull a punch, kick, elbow, knee etc. But certain things are what they are. Now I'm 6'0" maybe 230 lbs. The guy I was paired with was more or less the same size. You can't "pull" that mass laying on top of you and squeezing your neck with a good deal of strength. Also the fear that grabs your body when you feel that grip tighten, and the air becoming scarce. I must say that if you're in that situation in real life, and you DON'T know martial arts, every instinct you have is pretty much wrong and only serve to make things worse/harder for you. So at this point not only am I fighting the mass of humanity on top of me, I'm fighting my own urges. I finally grasped the various ground techniques that we were showed.

Being that it was my first class I wasn't allowed to participate in open mat, which is basically timed, real speed practice of the lessons learned that day. I watched some of the more advanced students go at it, and I'm excited to know that I will be there one day.

So here I am, sore from my neck to my knees, with my shoulders, chest and quads screaming for good hot soak. And I can't wait to go back. My next class is Thursday. I had plans to go on Saturday too, but I have something else to do. Well folk, that's it for now. I'ma get at y'all later.

I'm out

My Night @ Gracie Philadelphia

2009-03-20T04:03:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? I wanted to put this up last night after leaving the jiu jitsu spot but between eating, talking to Butterbear, and losing my battle with exhaustion, here I am Friday morning. Its the first day of spring, though right now its 6:18am and spring won't officially start for about another 90 minutes. Its brisk as shit here in Philly, with a damn wet snow falling out of the sky. Lol Mother Nature is a mad scientist. But life goes on. And so do the Chronicles....shall we?

So I went to the Brazillian Jiu Jitsu spot to watch a class last night. Even though I wasn't participating I was a little nervous. Mostly because of the uncertainty of the situation. What if I went in there and there was some straight UFC ready mofos in there? I knew I was going to watch a beginners class, but still. Class started @ 7pm, I arrived @ 6:45(I live by the motto, "if you're on time, you're late"). I walked in and saw the pic you see above. Basically the entire school is the training mat with a makeshift walkway around half of it. The walkway leads to the back. I didn't go back there but I assume that the changing room, bathroom, and instructors office is back there. There was no real place for obvservers to watch(hint hint) just window sills on either side of the door. I sat next to a man on one. Almost immediatly a young man approached and asked if I was there to watch a class. I said yes and shook his hand. He told me that he would go get the instructor then disappeared into the back.

I sat and watched a group of middle aged white men stretching on the blue mat. The man next to me informed me that his son had missed his earlier class so was going to train with the adults tonight. His son was currently the only person on the mat younger than 30. As time went on more middle aged white men filed in and exchanged greetings. Then the closer it got to 7 the younger the people got that were coming in. This put me at a bit of ease for some reason. Then a young black guy walked in with a young hispanic guy, and I was at home. LOL. At about five after 7, an assistant instructor casually strolled out and ran through some light stretches with the students. Nothing formal at all as he joked around with another assistant while running through the workouts. The workouts weren't the typical sit up push up affair. It was a bunch of bizarre looking stretches and spastic movements. At this time the instructor strolled over to me. His name was Joe. A short middle aged white man. Very unassuming. He introduced himself and asked if I had ever taken jiu jitsu. I told him no. He replied "that's good". He told me he would be over to me periodically during the class to answer any questions I may have.

At this point he walked to the middle of the mat and began showing a technique he wanted the class to practice. So they paired off into couples and went at it. The class atmosphere was very relaxed and informal. With joe floating around watching everything and his assistants doing the same. The assistants being extremely hands on and jumping in and actually getting in and SHOWING the people what needs to be done. Every 15 minutes or so, joe would demonstrate a new technique then send the class to practice it. When he came back I had questions.

I asked about class and rank progression. He told me that like the Gracies that taught him HE decides when one is ready to advance. No tests, no tournaments. He told me that he focuses more on the self defense aspect than the competition. He said he teaches the art to where you can use it against any person in any situation, as the Gracies intended. Going on to say, that there are things illegal in UFC that a thug on the street doesn't care about. Made sense to me. It was at this point that I realized I would be signing up for this class. Something I noticed as I watched the men practicing techniques is that, oddly enough this martial art is more closely related to boxing. Which is wild because there are no strikes. But just the mindset. The second you relax, you can get seriously hurt. That can be said for all forms of fighting I suppose but having seen boxing matches, and various martial arts tournaments. THIS most closely resembles the level of alertness a boxer shows. The funny thing is, a lot of the moves are performed while not looking at your opponent. I noticed joe informing students to turn their heads away, and feel where the guys hands are. One of the guys in front of me even closed his eyes. Now this is extremely close quarters, in fact the guys where in most cases on top of one another. So this isn't some Bruce Lee vibe....lol

At 8:15 I shook hands with Joe and told him I would be in touch. As I pushed on the door, that was now dripping with condensation I escaped the oppresive heat of Gracie Philadelphia onto the cool air of Frankford ave. With a kid like smile on my face. The only thing standing between me and these classes is the $200 new member fee. Lord knows when I'm gonna have that...but fuck it, I will get it. I can't wait family.

I'm out

The Album That Changed My Life

2009-03-18T13:32:00.001-07:00

"All day/with no nicotine/was the reason/I've been so mean/oh baby forgive/me for bein the DICK that I've been/to the children and you" Cody Chestnutt

In 2003 Butterbear purchased a bunch of shit off of Amazon. She treated me to a cd of my choice. I chose The Headphone Masterpiece by Cody Chestnutt. At the time I was somewhat of an incense burning, black power, hip hop head. So naturally my website of choice was okayplayer.com. Well in the fall of 2002 ?uestlove of the Roots(who posts on the site and is a moderator) was RAVING about this album. Sidenote: the Roots later remade a song off this album The Seed 2.0 and put it on their album Phrenology). Well I respected cool?uests musical prowess and decided to check this shit out. But it was not to be, unlike other artists he recommended I couldn't find this Chestnutt guy anywhere. So I went online. After months of searching I found the album and put it on my wishlist.

"I gotta hard dick wit a curve/that's all you deserve/ya betta go out and tell ya mama and ya friends/BITCH I'm broke!!!!!" Cody Chestnutt

After about a week of anticipation, a package wrapped in brown paper arrived. It had Butterbears name on it, but I knew it was for me. I called her and asked if she minded me opening it(hey I was a newlywed, I didn't know the rules). She said yes. I tore open the package to see the mysterious Mr Chestnutt scowling back at me. The look in his eyes sayin "you're gonna love this shit". To my surprise this shit was a double album. For 13 bucks? Can you say score!?!?!?! I popped the first disc into my discman and braced myself. Looking at song titles like Bitch I'm Broke, The Seed, Look Good in Leather etc. I didn't know what the fuck to expect.

Over the next hour and a half Cody floored me with his complex simplicity, raw language, heartfelt falsetto, and funky blues rock fusion. He somehow managed to shatter non existant expectations. Not of him or his product. But my views of what music, black music in partucular could be. Where it could take you. I was a rapper when I put that disc in. An artist when it finally stopped spinning.

The album let me know that there are no specific ways to express ones passions. It comes out how it comes out. This album gained Cody Chestnutt noterity. Not really fame, like I said he had a video with the Roots, and was in Dave Chappelles block party. But he faded away. Well in reality he bowed out. I read that he said he felt himself becoming something he didn't like. That resonated with me. I didn't know how or why until recently.

A lot of times we are lucky enough to find what we are meant to do. Too often we fuck it up trying to shape how we do it. A vessel doesn't get to choose its shape, or use for that matter. It is what the user wants and needs it to be. How many poets are out there trying to squeeze monumental ideas into 16 bars? How many brilliant artists are 30 still tagging walls? But with that I say, shout out to Cody Chestnutt and all the vessels like him, for allowing us to figure out what the are and how to use them.
"This kinda pain can shake a mans pride/and I can't deny/ that its shaken me" Cody Chesnutt

I'm out.

I'm training to become a cage fighter

2009-03-18T04:42:00.001-07:00

Guess who's bizzack, back on the blog wit my foooooooooolk. What it look like? I'm back with some more of the Chronicles. I'm feelin pretty good. Even though daylight savings has caught and beat my ass. I have been literally dragging myself to work the past few days. Then, after being there maybe 45 minutes I start feeling like myself. Hopefully this shit works itself out by weeks end. Today will be a more mundane post than usual. I was debating on putting it up or not, but y'all are family so why the hell not? Shall we?

I'm ready to whoop some ass people. LOL. Nah, but for real after much thought, apprehension, and even doubt on my part I am most likely going to be taking up Brazilian Jiu Jitsu by the end of the month. I have always admired the martial art, ever since the first UFC where Royce Gracie went ape shit on all challengers of different disciplines and sizes. Dismantling them with a dazzling array of chokes and submission moves. It was pretty cool to watch.

Through my on again off again relationship with UFC I got to see Brazilian Jiu Jitsu evolve, as it wasn't just the Gracie family(the creators of the discipline) practicing it anymore. The one thing I always loved about it is that it isn't about speed and strength. Its more about skill and technique. For some reason, at this time I was still thinking that you had to actually GO to Brazil to learn it. Hey, I was young what can I say.

But a couple of years ago, while in the car with Butterbear, I scoped a place pretty close to my house that teaches Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Even better, the head instructor has been trained by members of the Gracie family. SCORE!!! So here I am gearing up to go check out this school tomorrow, I'm extremely excited. The classes are pretty cheap. I also need to do something active, I'm getting a little chubby in the middle. Even though I play basketball, I typically only do that a lot in the summer. I have become what I hated as a teen, a weekend warrior. So sad.....but now hopefully I found something fun and that can keep me active.

Also I've gone back to eating right. It has been a few weeks since I had some raw veggies. So I'm trying to stay on top of that too. Wish me luck.

Part of this is probably vanity, but mostly necessity. High blood pressure runs in my family and my back is FUCKED up. So carrying these extra pounds is extremely uncomfortable and potentially deadly. Also I wouldn't mind looking a little better for the misses. Though she denies it I don't think she likes the way I look. She accepts it, but I'm prolly a good 50 pounds from where I was when I met her. I don't see that glare in her eyes when I take off my clothes....oh well, I'm gonna try my best.

I'm out...

Check out the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu clips on the side

Steez's Hundreds

2009-03-14T16:45:00.001-07:00

What it look like folk? I was just feelin like givin y'all a holler. So....shall we?

I'm riiiiiiich beyatch!!!!!!! Since I paid off me and Butterbears car insurance policy with the tax return, I find my pockets unusually chunky. After paying my car note this morning I realized that that was it for me this glorious payday. Tabernacle!!!! So here I am contemplating what exotic way I can blow a couple hunnid. LOL. Some polos I don't need? Made some weirdo sunglasses and ultra tight jeans? Don't worry fam, most likely I'm gonna gas up Baron Von Whippington(my 02 mercury mountaineer for those not in the know) and sit on the rest. But u know niggas...I ain't used to shit and might feel the urge to blow it on a few big scarves....nah but for real it feels great to have breathing room financially without cutting corners. Ya dig?

I'm out

A Date With Insecurity

2009-03-13T11:32:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk. Its Steez back again to holla @ y'all. Just wanted to touch on something right quick. Man its a beautiful Friday here in Philly. Even though its kinda nippy outside. But whatever its pay day and I'm feelin good. So I won't bore you with the silly dilly, Shall we?

This post was birthed in my mind this morning on my way to work. When I'm on the train there is this group of men that seemingly work at a construction site or for a contracting company. Burly men with scruffy beards and the ever present fingernail grime. Some even have toolboxes/toolbelts and hard hats. I find myself envying them. Not for any other reason than I don't know how to fix shit. And prolly cause somewhere in the recesses of my mind, the part that television and american media has long occupied, they are what I think a man should be. I envision them going out building something, coming home to their wife who has cleaned the house and cooked dinner. I'm sure this is bullshit but hey...I'm not the only conditioned muhfucka out here.

Anyway, I'm not comparing myself to these men, I'm sure they look at me and maybe wish they didn't have to do manual labor and could sit on their ass at a computer all day. But they have something I want. I want to be able to fix some shit. Be it my house or my car. ANYTHING. One, because I'm tired of paying other people to do it, and two, I think its my job. Now I can put shit together, that's not a problem. But for instance, the toilet in my crib is fucked up, and I don't really know how to fix it. My wife teases me for not being good with my hands. Now I'm sure its mostly a joke, but I believe there is a measure of truth in it. And quite frankly I feel bad sometimes. I want to be able to do shit that I can't.

A large part of this is me growing up with no man around. My grandad was but he was old and he fell back. By the time my mom got with my stepdad I was 12. Being rebellious. My stepdad is good around the house. My mom always sent me to "help" him do stuff. Being that I didn't want to, my version of help was holding the various tools until he needed them. I never paid attention. I was gonna be rich enough to pay someone to do all that shit for me. LOL. Well here I am, not rich and unable to do light home repairs. I fucked up. I have a desire to learn a lot of shit, and in time I'm sure I will. But for now I feel quite helpless. Being cerebral don't count for much if you aren't profitting from it. And I think, who is gonna teach my sons?

There you have it. Your main square Steez, a smart guy that doesn't have the money to pay people to do shit that he doesn't have the know how to do himself...

I'm out

Me vs Them

2009-03-11T16:34:00.000-07:00

What it look like good folk out there? I'm back kinda quick huh? I know, just tryna keep feedin y'all in hopes of expanding my readership(so spread the word...but read the post first). Yo I just copped this Ryan Leslie album. This joint is definitely official. He takes from a bunch of different successful formulas(John Legend, Pharrell, The Dream) and makes it work for him. Two square thumbs up. My youngest son finally stopped frontin on Butterbear and let her see him walk. Mind you he's been walkin for like a month and change. Lol. My car got some body damage I gotta pay for. I'm pissed. Also I feel like shit driving it...its all clean and sparkly and the rear bumper is on the gangsta lean. *cues Boots Riley* my car is better than yo shoes though. If you in the Philly area and know a good body shop holla @ me. Aiight now for the post. Shall we...

So me vs them. What an ominous title. But it was prompted by an experience I had on the train today. So I get on geekin about my new cd. I take my seat in the back behind these 2 black males probably in the 30-35 year old range. Both lookin rather thuggish but in that way that makes you think they are clearing decent bread from whatever hustle they are involved in. The one guy that I was directly behind paid me no mind as I flipped through my comic. The other seated across the aisle checked me out, probably more out of habit and respect for his trade than any real interest in me personally.

At this point I overhear the tall tales of a mutual friend of theirs named "Shiz". Apparently this Shiz character was a local maniac that has killed and robbed several people, and is currently serving life in the state pen for killing his babymama, along with a car full of other people(Philly residents will remember this story from last year). The story didn't bother me as much as how it was told. The guy that had just eyeballed me spoke of this psychos exploits in such a gushing manner. All except the killing of the baby and the babymom. Apperently this was wrong. Lol. I looked up and our eyes locked for a second time. My disgust dissolved into curiosity. His giddiness giving way to shame. The difference between us suddenly quite clear. I filled with fear. Not OF this man. But for him. For all of us. I sensed a degree of respect coming from him. Respect more for what I'm not than what I am.

The feeling wasn't mutual. I have friends that have been involved in street shit. I even have a homie that did a short bid. Short being an extremely subjective term, as I wasn't the one in prison. He has shared a lot of street tales with me. Unless it has to do with a fly girl he bagged, the stored are spit out of his mouth like sour milk. He's a changed man. Wants more from life than street glory and a long jail sentence. I respect THAT.

I make no bones about it. I'm a fuckin square. I'm not street in the least. I don't knock those that are, but that's just not me. I'm from the same gutters, seen the same shit. I chose to go left. Out of both fear and necessity. Someone has to represent the other side. I mean we can't all be Shiz. Ya dig?

I'm out.

The Death of the Dream

2009-03-10T18:32:00.000-07:00

What it look like folk? Your square host Steez at your service. I've been having a good time since my last post for the most part. Watchmen was that shit I highly recommend it to y'all. Lots of sex and swinging penis but all together a good film. Uhhhh what else? Oh!!!! No gold star for any of y'all on guessing the identity of the man in the pic on the last blog. It was Ralph Lauren. But a silver star for southern gal, she knew it was a designer. I see ya guuuuuurrrrrl. I think that's it so we gonna get into it aiight? Shall we....

I am not a rapper. Nor am I an MC. This is the realization that I have come to over the past few months. I love hip hop and will never stop listening to it. But I'm done trying to PERFORM it. Not because I can't or even shouldn't. Its just not my passion anymore. Listen people, I used to DREAM in rhyme form. Now? I leave it to the muhfuckas that wanna put their time in and chase that. I'm done, I'm hanging up my mic.

It has been over a year since I really wrote a rhyme. The hip hop that ejaculated lyrics and fertalized my mind, giving birth to my dream is dead. Well, not dead, but definitely in a place where I could give less than a fuck about it. Somewhere in the dark corners of my mind keeping the sparse memories of my father company. Lil Wayne is the best rapper alive. Nas has more or less been banished to be a novelty since destroying Jay Z. Why the fuck would I want to be a participant in that world? Truth is, my reason for even wanting to was stupid to begin with. Maybe that's why I didn't make it. Maybe I subconsciously handicapped myself from the start....

I'll kick a rhyme that you can dream to/get seen through/livin proof/ that you could spit the truth/ and get cream too/just like a phoenix/risen out the ashes/flicked from hashish/between unsigned and classic/is where my mind clashes/and burns.....

Yeah that's some shit I spit like 5 years ago. When my stomach was full of fire. I could TASTE my record deal. I was gonna change the world with my rhymes. Uncover social injustice, rep Pittsburgh, impress the hip hop heads, and make the broads dance. All at the same time. I was the shit. I knew it. Nobody else did. So here I am. But fuck it.

But I ain't just quitting. I'm going to write more than ever. Its just not coming out lyrically. I've realized that my passion is writing. Not raps per say, but just using words to communicate thoughts and feeling. From this blog to other shit that I write. I will always write. Its all I really know how to do well. So I'm awake from one dream only to find myself lost in another. Life is wild like that I guess. So I will leave y'all with one of my rhymes. And close the book on that rap shit. This is an excerpt of what will most likely be the last rap I ever wrote. Enjoy.

Another year wasted/so close I can taste it/I can't stop/promised some dead folk I would make it/late to my date wit death/ cuz I ain't never say yes/and I believe on some levels/I'm afraid of success/people jumpin on my back/every time I rap/ sayin things like "you gotta put the burgh on the map"/I appreciate the love/ but I rock the way I rock/and if I put em on the map/ they'll just want a bigger dot/demand bigger and bigger/ till I can't deliver/ then I'm wack/ and they say I can't rep the Rivers....

I'm out.....

Randomocities

2009-03-06T09:28:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk. Its Steez back wit the brand new L7 shit for y'all. Just got som shit I wanna talk about wit y'all. So let's get to it. Shall we....

First off, I got me a date!!!!! Date, Date, DATE!!!!! Got a date with my mate!!! LOL. That's right me and Butterbear are sneaking off today to be together. Gonna get our geek on and catch Watchmen. I hope this jawn is as good as the comic, which I have been reading this past week. Either way I get to be wit my lady so I guess it don't really matter huh? I'll be sure to let y'all know how the movie is.

Gold star for whoever can tell me who the man in the picture above is. Hint: niggas do whatever they can to see to it that he stays obscenely rich. Just this past weekend I saw niggas looking like hyenas trying to get a piece of what he is selling.

On to the meat and potatoes of this blog though. How bout the bitch that my brother supposedly had a baby by(she was preggers when he shipped out to Iraq) has been lying the whole time. Here is the story. Mind you I've been sitting on this because my bro reads the blog and this was not the way for him to find out. Well, she was knocked when he shipped out Nov 3rd. 2 weeks later my mom gets a text from the girls mom saying she was in a car accident and the baby might not make it. She gave birth that day. The baby was placed in icu as the girl was only 5 months at the time. So the situation was grim. Now over the past 4 months this bitch has kept shaky communication with both my mom and brother. Most cases when she contacted either one of them it was to ask for money. A little history, she was staying in a spot my bro was paying rent on. At first he was sending her money for the rent. Somehow the rent didn't get paid and the landlord was wondering when he could expect 4 months of rent. The bitch spent it. Lord knows on what.

Anywho back to wednesday. My mom calls me at work saying this bitch just text her and said the baby died. TEXT!!!!! Now I can be pretty naive when it comes to hustles and scams, but my FIRST thought was that this was all a lie. The more I thought about the past 4 months the more holes became evident. Like why wouldn't she give anyone the number to the hospital. Why wouldn't she give my bro the info to get the baby put on his insurance? Among a heap of other shit. Well my mom being the gumshoe she is contacted the Family Readiness people in the military and had THEM call her as nobody had been able to contact her in a month. Well she answered, music blaring, not with a hint of grief in her voice. Come to find out none of the Ronald McDonald houses in the San Antonio area where she was supposedly staying while the baby was in the hospital have any record of her. Lying bitch!!!

Its fucked up, my thought is that she lost the baby when she had the wreck. And lied this whole time, as this was supposedly the time when the baby was gonna come home. It makes me sad to know that a baby, my niece, has died but never really got the familial respect that the situation deserved. I wish much retribution in the form of pain on the sick bitch that did this to my brother and mom. Fuck her.

Everyday there is a new testament to how shitty this world is. Another kid murdered, or woman raped. I'm going to see the Watchmen. A movie about superheroes. But the world I live in doesn't have many decent PEOPLE let alone heroes. Talk about irony....

I'm out

What Happens When Atlas Shrugs?

2009-03-05T07:49:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? I just wanted to do a quick drop since I had some square biz on my mind. So I'ma get straight to it. Shall we?

I am Atlas. At least that's how it feels. I've heaped huge loads of responsibility on my shoulders. I guess that's why my back is in so much pain. I'm not here to bitch about my hardships though. It is what it is ya know? Its just that lately while atlas is keeping the proper distance between heaven and earth....nobody seems to notice. Or care. What I'm talking about is appreciation.

When Atlas shrugs the world gets pissed off because they aren't on their proper axis anymore...but they never bother to thank him when they are. Butterbear and I had a semi argument this morning because I neglected to leave my car key so she coul use my truck to take the chil'ren to school. A legit grievance on her part. Thing is when she alerted me of this I was already at work. Being that I take public transportation out here it was completely implausible for me to go all the way home to give her the key. I fucked up and I owned up to it. That was the best I could do in that instant.

I know a lot, as it pertains to my family rides on my shoulders. And to a certain degree I embrace the responsibility. But like Atlas who was condemned to hold the pillars in place, because he waged war on the Gods on behalf of the Titans, I don't get no fuckin reverance. Just the occasional painting, or remember when.

God damn....I feel like shrugging more often.

Drunk By Myself...

2009-02-28T20:30:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? Its ya favorite square Steez. I ain't really up to shit. Its been a helluva day. Me and Butterbears reparations...oops I mean tax return came yesterday. Which meant we went to find her a car today. We searched pretty much all day before she fell in love with a silvery 2001 Mitsubishi Mirage. A nice first car for her, and a shitload better than my 1st vehicle. I'm so happy for her. After that it was time for some light shopping. We hit up Franklin Mills here in Philly. Bought the kids some clearance items from childrens place, some new shoes at kids foot locker. As for me you can see my score above. A bottle of Presidente Mexican brandy. Some tall cans of Bud Ice, and 3 games I've been wanting. Gears of War 2, Fallout 3, and Afro Samurai. The rest of the refund has been stacked so I can go to miami with my bro when he comes back from Iraq. Well folk, my buzz is coming on strong. I gotta get into these games. I will tell y'all how they are aiiiight? I'm out.

Oh, and if you live in the Philly area hit up the wine and spirits out Franklin Mills....that shit could easily be called Drunks R Us. Its fuckin huge in there.....

Tryna Make It In A Stupid World pt 2.5

2009-02-27T07:54:00.000-08:00

As promised here is the other half of the business window that I posted yesterday. I will give you the history. Originally it just said Mices. Then someone saw that that was wrong and replaced it with Mouses. Then someone must have told them about the error then they put them both up with the caption in the middle. *SMH*

Tryna Make It In A Stupid World pt 2

2009-02-26T14:05:00.000-08:00

Damn people......51th year though? How you make it that long being stupid? For those of y'all in Philly this dumb shit can be found off the corner of Kensington and Venango. LOL. Stay tuned the next edition of stupid shit is from the same business window.

Choose Wisely....

2009-02-26T07:21:00.001-08:00

What it look like good folk? It is your main square Steez. Back again, welcoming y'all good people to another post of the 925 Chronicles. I just finished reading the paper, something I rarely do anymore. That shit is too depressing. Anywho, I read about some bullshit that popped off here in Philly yesterday, a 15 year old shot the shit out of a 12 year old(like 5 times I believe), get this, on some drug turf war shit. Broad daylight in front of the victims mother. Ain't that a bitch? Some real life The Wire shit goin on. Luckily the kid didn't die. Get this the cops want to arrest the shooter quickly, for fear that HE might get gunned down in retaliation. The fuck!!!!??? So this got me to thinking about choices. Mine, yours, everyones. So I wanted to put a little out there that can maybe help someone that has some choices to make. Shall we?

I'm putting this post up with my younger cousin Marcus in mind. Marcus is a good kid(he 21 and built like a pro wrestler but that's my baby cuzzin ya know?). He is smart as hell, articulate, got some money in his pocket, a decent job for someone his age, a nice car, his own spot, and right now seems on path to be the only one of the grandsons to graduate college. In short lil homie is doing his thing. I'm proud of him.
But as you all probably know, his mindset and "success" is causing a lot of undesirable females to jockey for his attention. At this point he is the only one without kids, a wife, or babymom. But all these chicks are on him. To that I say, LEAVE THEM BITCHES THE FUCK ALONE. Don't follow what I did, or my brother did, or HIS brother did. Get your education. Get your money. THEN chose whatever bad chick comes your way.

This isn't about shitting on hoodrats. Its about CHOICES and how choices you make, and even ones you don't can fuck you up. Take me. I love my family, but I can't help but look at my life as it is now and be somewhat disappointed. Now this ain't a cry for Steez party. I'm good. But I'm young, intelligent, passionate. I shouldn't be on some paycheck to paycheck shit. But my decisions put me here. Whether it was me slacking in school. I did well but still performed way below my potential. I fucked around with girls too much. That was another problem I should have been focusing on school and money. Now I don't have either. Dig?

In short you gotta do what works best four YOU. I didn't always see that. And I based a lot of choices on what other people wanted or expected. For instance I went to Pitt because my bullshit girlfriend at the time didn't want me to leave for Temple. So like a jackass I stayed, wwent to expensive ass Pitt until I could no longer afford it. Now here I am 8 years later living in Philly tryna figure out how to get into a school that accepted me in 2000. Dumb ass shit. I've touched on choices I made surrounding my marriage and children. While I don't regret them I acknowledge that they were extremely shortsighted. Those decisions severly handicapped my earning potential. I'm the kind of person that will find a way eventually. My mom compares me to Chris Gardner in the sense that I can talk my way into or out of anything and turn nothing into something. I'm not sure I agree but hey, that's mom. I say that because, if its true why couldn't I wait to start the life I have now. I honestly believe that without the handuffs that are the doomestic life, I would be fairly successful at SOMETHING now. I have many talents but no time or energy to exploit them. I reflect on that a lot these days. I gotta chalk that shit up though I guess. I'm gonna make it one of these days. Bet that.

In the end I guess what I want to say is, you have to look at the large picture. Where do you want to be? What is the best road to travel to get there. When I got married my mom and I argued a lot. She used to ask me "I know you will make it. But why do you have to take the hard road?" My answer was stupid. "Because you have to struggle to get anything worth having." That's bullshit. I can see that now. You have to work, grind, even sacrifice to get something worth having. You don't have to struggle. Struggle is a choice. I made the choice to struggle. If you're reading this and you are standing at that fork in the road, chose the path that is most beneficial to you. Thing they don't tell you, there is gold at the end of BOTH paths in most instances. The only difference is what you have to go through to get it.

I'm out.....

Am I Ready To Be God?

2009-02-24T03:53:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? Its the main square Steez back at ya with some more of the chronicles. I'm currently on the el(elevated subway for those of y'all that don't know) on my way to work. Its biting cold outside and still dark. I love it when its like this. The city is quiet for the most part, but there is still a buzz in the air. Ahhhhhh wintertime in the urban metropolis. Well as you can prolly tell, your main square is in a contemplative zone right now. Some shit I want to share with y'all, so let's get down to bidness shall we?

I want to preface this post by saying, I won't regularly discuss religion or politics on here. While many people that know me personally know I'm always up for a good discussion on those topics(some have even expressed disappointment that I don't go into that on here) this is just a stream of consciousness journal to me. Whatever is on my mind is what I go in on. I am not on some pseudo intellectual, mental masterbation shit. Dig? Aiiight where were we?....
So yeah, am I ready to be God? Family for the past few years I've been on the outside looking in of a faction(don't call them a religion they REALLY hate that) called The Nation of Gods and Earths, or the fivee percenters as most people know them(you know Wu Tang, Poor Righteous Teachers, Nas...sometimes lol). Anywho I've been studying 120(their body of written lessons that one must commit to memory to become a full fledged member of the group) for like 4 years. With my homie Tislam Magnetic(check him out @ scienceofmagnetic.blogspot.com) taking on the role of my enlightener or teacher. Now the premise is pretry straight forward, you attain 120, internalize 120, then LIVE 120. So why am I still "stuck"?

Anyone that knows me knows I have a pretty vicious memory(marijuana induced lapses notwithstanding). I recall committing entire chapters of certain college texts to memory. Texts stuffed with psychological and philosophical jargon. I did that in a matter of days, only HALF trying. So why is this simply written. Series ogf 120 questions and answers giving me such hell? Cause I want it to. Why do I want it to? That's what I'm trying to figure out. I agree with the premise and ideology of the nation and the lessons, which states that the black man is God. But is that something I'm ready to BE?

I have met a lot of Gods from the nation in my life. They were all 1 of 2 different kinds of people. 1) stupid muthafuckas that ONLY knew the lessons therfore the lessons were the beginning and end to them) or 2) pompous muthafuckas that overstated their own intelligence. Some were both. My man Tislam was different though he came from a bind angle that sparked me unlike anyone else before. So when he passed off the lessons it was on. Not to be a dick but he was one of the few people who's intellect I could really vibe with.

So here I am. Why though? I was thinking long and hard about if I should continue down this path. Though I know I will because it is something that I am in agreeance with. My thing is, what is God(oh shit I'm getting all existential on muthafuckas)? Nah but what I mean is, God has always been a premise that was defined FOR me and not BY me. And what I know or believe God to be sure as hell ain't what I want for myself. And a big part of being God is getting those around you to "bear witness" to the fact that you are God. Which in and of itself isn't a problem for me. But what if what I teach my wife and kids what God is, turns out to be the same kind of bullshit that was fed to me? Feel me. Once I say I'm God then I'm ultimately responsible for the universe...if I create a Katrina level disaster there isn't a George Bush to blame it on. Not that I'm interested in passing the blame, and not that I don't already assume responsibility for the goings on in my family. Its just a thought.

So there you have it folk. My dilemma. The sun is out, I'm currently on the R6 to Norristown. Its still cold as shit. I'm gonna put my head on this glass and think a little bit....or probably go to sleep. I'm out

Oh and if you want to read some 5% blogs my man Tislam has a boat load of them linked to his blog, and one of my follower(Serenity Divine) has a couple.

Can We Not Completely Ruin Our Kids?

2009-02-18T19:21:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk? Its the internets favorite square back at ya with another edition of the Chronicles. Its been a pretty gloomy day in the city of brotherly thugs, but I'm feeling pretty good people. So let's get straight to bidness shall we?

So let's rewind to my anniversary date. We went to check out Friday the 13th. For those of you unfamiliar with the epic tale of Jason Voorhees lemme break it down. Friday the 13th is the story of a psychopath that murders teenagers in fantastically gory ways. Also, the movie is filled with said teenagers performing various sexual acts. Now these aforementioned acts used to be relatively tame. Some booby, some ass, the implication of sex followed by horrible death. Good stuff. So now we have the 2009 version of this film. As with everything else, the sex is WAY more graphic. One scene literally spans a 15 minute portion of the movie. I'm sure you're reading rthis like "what does this have to do with kids"? The answer is.....nothing. Or at least it shouldn't. Except that out of the maybe 30 people in the theatre on friday, at least 10 of them where under the required age of 18, and probably 5 under the age of 10. All sitting there with a glowing parent whispering "close your eyes" every 20 fuckin minutes.

Now, why would a parent make a decision to bring their child to this kind of movie? What does one have to possibly gain from this? I'm not going to say that this is the problem with the youth, because its not. Random violence, drug use, rampant drug abuse, and gratuitous sex have nothing to do with the problem with todays youth. Not at all. Stupid fuckin parents that allow their kids to be exposed to this kind of stuff purposely are. I know that kids today are exposed to these things more than any generation before. But that is not the cue to say "oh well. Son grab a beer and let's watch this Jake Steed flick". I also don't buy the argument that if you don't expose them to it, they will be curious and try to find out on their own. Bullshit. If that's the case, them dullards wouldn't have be telling them to cover their eyes.

I have four kids, and in the past six years I have had to miss some good movies because we didn't have a babysitter. What I am absolutely NOT gonna do is take my 6 year old to see the new Saw movie just because I can't miss it. Man bootlegs aree sold on every corner 'round here. I will catch whatever film I want soon enough. Just recently my kids got into my video games. Now, behind these games I have some of my porn hidden(think the clue mansion with the painting hiding the safe). Well when I come downstairs and see my games strewn about I lost it. In the middle of my tirade I see a huge black penis with the words "All Black Threesomes" sprawled across it. I was suddenly speechless, and thinking of all my other porn and hoping it was still intact. My secret video game/porn oasis is no more. Now, that set up was definitely more convinient for me. But I can't rightly have my kids getting into my BootyTalk just because I need a late night stroke session. Ya dig?

Basically what I'm saying is, kids aren't convinient. And when you have them its not about you anymore. We gotta do better with them. Your kid don't need to know about omar from the wire. Your daughter will be better off NOT listening to Plies(even the radio versio...wet wet?) Our kids have plenty of time to be grown. Now ain't that time though. Innocence is suddenly underrated. Let's bring it back? Aiiiight?

Marriage...The 925 Way(The Date)

2009-02-13T20:46:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? Its the main square Steez back at ya with a quick post. I'm fresh off my anniversary day date with the one and only Butterbear. I just wanted to share a bit of the experiene with y'all. So let's get to bidness shall we?

For starters we both left work early so we could squeeze everything in without being a burden to the kids godmother who was babysitting for us. After some frantic last minute running around buying gifts and paying some bills I went home to freshen up. After washing my ass, ironing my jeans and matching polo, arranging Butterbears gift, and spraying on some Burberry Touch it was time to go. Our first stop after dropping off the supplies for the kids was the movie theatre. We went to see Friday the 13th. I will give y'all a quick review. Basically the film is what one would expect from a slasher. If you liked the 80's slasher films like Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm St, Halloween etc. and/or you like shit like Saw and Hostel, you'll dig this. If you on some ol psychological thriller arthouse film shit you might as well save your money and do something else. We both thoroughly enjoyed the over the top violence, campy humor, and gory death scenes. I give it 3 stars out of 5.

Next we went to Carrabbas Italian Grille. We have been wanting to go to this restaurant for quite some time because of the mouth watering commercials that are always on TV. But lack of funds and opportunity hindered us. With that not an issue we travelled up I95 to or destination. When we got there we were greeted with a huge crowd and an hour wait. We took our little buzzy coaster thing to our car and opened our gifts. She surprised me with 2 pairs of pajama bottoms that I so badly needed, and a brand new deep fryer to replace the busted down one that I have. I gave her a game for her DS(Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader), a book, and Avants new cd. After opening our treats we decided to finish the last half hour of our wait inside. Please believe we waited every one of the 70 mins the promised.

After being seated I ordered us both an Italian sangria tha they make on site. The drink was delicious. It started of really sweet and fruity but finished with a strong alcohol taste. Next were the appetizers. I ordered the calimari, she had shrimp scampi. I was hype about my calimari and dove in. Now, at this poit I had had 3 or for pieces of the complimentary bread dipped in herbs and olive oil. By the time the soup and salad we were both slowing down. But before we knew it the entrees were on the table. I ordered the Chicken Soerento(pictured above) and BB had chicken parmesean. My meal was delicious, a piece of grilled chicken breast topped with eggplant, cheese and marsala sauce(mmmm mmmmm bitch). Dinner was a success and not as expensive as I planned. Score!!!!!

So there you have it folk. A good night out with the lady I love what more can I as for?

Marriage...The 925 Way pt 2(Life With Butterbear)

2009-02-12T18:21:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk? I'm right back as planned with some more of the Chronicles. Still on the eve of my anniversary I wanted to show some love for the woman I love more than anything in the world. So I'm gonna share some experiences that I will never forget. So let's get straight to it. Shall we?

Well, where do I start? I guess the beginning is the best place huh? I remember the first time I saw her, it was in the student lounge area at university of pittsburgh at greensburg, Bobcat Station(she still calls it Panther Paws). I was walking in as she was getting up to leave. Her peanut butter thickness and bronze skin caught my eyes immediately. Then I saw her big bright eyes as she pit on her black sheepskin shearling. I knew she was someone I wanted to know. But I was in some bullshit high school relationship.

A few weeks later I was back in the cafeteria, and it was PACKED with nowhere to sit I searched for a familiar face. I saw one of the females that was a guide for freshman during orientation(one of the few black faces) and JACKPOT she was with the girl I saw a few days earlier. I walk over and asked if I could sit down, and the woman that would be Butterbear said "no". So of course I sat down. upon finishing my food I was preparing to go back to my dorm, as I was a lowly freshman with no friends thus nothing to do. By this thime her friend had left and it was just her and I she suggested that I stay. I did, and we ended up talking until the cafeteria closed. I was hooked.

After many late nights on the phone, me leaving school, several monthly visits, me moving to Texas, then consequently moving up to Philly, it was time to get married. With little money and no support from anyone in our families anda brand new baby. We went to City Blue copped matching sweaters and headed to City Hall. I remember being so nervous that my voice was shaking when I said my vows. And shaking when I had to put the ring on. Thinking "this is forever" and being so happy. Then going to wendys for our meal afterwords(her brother paid....we were THAT broke y'all). LOL.

I'm gonna wrap this up. I'm sure y'all get the picture. But I just want to express how much I love her. How much I have learned from her. She is my inspiration, and the reason that I have become the man I am today. We have our bullshit that goes on(at times she makes me re think my stance on domestic violence) but that's my Butterbear for better or worse. I'm honored to have her. And as I tell her all the time.....Forever's gonna be so fun.

Marriage....The 925 Way.

2009-02-12T11:37:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk? Its the kid Steez droppin through to give y'all some of these here chronicles. Today is the eve of a very special day in my square life. Tomorrow is my 6th wedding anniversary. So I figured I would go in on the topic of marriage in general, and give some insight into my relationship with the one and only Butterbear. So let's get to bidness, shall we?

When people find out that I'm married and my age(26) and how long I've been married, well, let's just say the reactions are funny. The one I get the most is a question. "How did you know you were ready to be married?" Back then I said some stupid shit like "I just knew" or " that's who I wanted to be with forever". In hindsight all that is bullshit. I DIDN'T know I was ready to be married, because I WASN'T ready to be married.
Now when I say that it has nothing to do with my feelings for my wife. But more to do with my mindset. I wasn't ready for what being married required. The concept of marriage was foreign to me. Probably as foreign as it is to a lot of you reading this. Growing up I can count on one hand the number of married couples I was around. And on 1 finger how many were good marriages. So what the fuck could I possibly know about being a husband? All I knew was I loved this girl, she was having my baby, and I wanted a family. Outside of that? I was clueless. So was she.

Honestly I think that applies to everyone on some level. We get married with our hearts, not our minds. Which is fine. But in my case, that shit created conflict. See, we got married young and against the wishes of our families(though mine was more vocal than hers). This breeded an us against the world mentality. Which I loved. If they ain't like it? Fuck 'em. That's how I felt. And that's how I THOUGHT she felt. Or maybe just how I wanted her to feel. Long story short I don't like my wifes mom. She doesn't like me either, but is more willing to pretend(I may talk about that another time). But when I moved to philly we stayed with her mom until we got on our feet. Dumb fuckin move on my part, I know. One I would never repeat even if it meant us not being married. It created a situation that exists, and plagues our marriage to this day.

Marriage is a beautiful thing when done right, and a bane when its not. Communication is the cornerstone. SAY WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN! If you feel like shit ain't right, say that. You aren't dating anymore and most likely have a lot more to lose than when you were just dating. All that "you should know what's wrong" miss me with that bullshit. Now also there is the component of non verbal communication. Sometimes conversation ain't neccessary. When you're married you have to know how to decipher that. Again this shit will lead to conflict, at least it did with me.

One thing that experts will say is important is honesty. I say bullshit. Why? Because 9 times out of 10 its a lie that got you married in the first place. Real rap....myself included. Like if you fakin like all you wanna do is cook dinner and fuck like Cherokee, then either come clean before the nigga marries you...or get good at bakin cakes and takin backshots. If you're lying then KEEP lying. It doesn't mean the love isn't real. See me? I was just too cool for school. I never got mad at anything. In fact whilwe we were dating my wife hated that I was so "indifferent". Now that we are married I flip out on some crazy shit at least twice a month. That's my fault though. She married the lie. I doubt she would have married me had she known I was so volatile. But that's the game we play right?

Lastly I'm gonna touch on momogamy. Please discuss this shit and what it means to YOU(not the movies or magazines) before you get hitched. Also let it be known what you need physically, mentally, and emotionally. If you don't how can you complain if you don't get it? I got caught out there myself a couple years ago. More on an emotional tip than physical. But you think that mattered to Butterbear? Smell me?

Aiiight there you have it folks a lil drop about how I view this insitution of marriage. I will be back later on...doin some high grade square shit payin homage to the woman I love. If you like that kind of stuff come back and embrace the square in you. If not? Fuck outta here!!!!!

I'm out

When Whoopin Ass Goes Wrong

2009-02-09T18:00:00.000-08:00

What it look like folk. It's the square known as Steez, back with the 9-2-5 Chronicles. I just wanted to drop somethin right quick for y'all. So let's get straight to bidness, shall we.

As y'all out there know, Chris Brown done hauled off and whooped Rhiannas ass. I'm not gonna go in on that situation, as the story hasn't fully developed(shit about herpes, assault with a deadly weapon etc). But bottom line what we do know is the little nigga beat her ass and got locked up. But I do want to discuss whooping of ass in the domestic capacity. Before I start I wanna make it 100% clear that Steez does not practice or condone beating women(or men in some cases). But I also want people to know WHY an ass might get kicked and possibly how to avoid kicking ass, or having your ass kicked.

First thing first, respect. Show respect to receive it. Ladies you can't tell your man he's a faggot, spit in his face, or fuck his cousin and STILL be surprised when he unleashes a Kimbo Slice combination on you. Show your man some respect. If the nigga isn't respectable, then why are you with him. I JUST heard a woman at work arguing with her husband on the phone. When I say she called him a "stupid mother fucker" 8 times I'm probably not doing it justice. She hung up on him and he called back for more verbal abuse. Fuck that....her ass needed kicked when she got home. Or at least the fear of a possible ass kicking should have been somewhere to prevent that activity. Look I've been married for 6 years. I've never laid a hand on my wife. We've had some hellacious arguments. But there are certain lines that don't get crossed. It all comes back to respect. Also fellas, if you let shit slide to the point of the above example, you can't whoop ass hard enough to regain the respect you lost. It would be best to leave cause you're gonna kill the chick trying to beat her bad enough for her to respect you.

Next, this is for the fellas but also hinges on respect. Niggas, a chick ain't gonna respect you just cause you're a man. You have to carry yourself in a respectable way. Take that whole Rick Ross vs 50 cent shit. Now Rick Ross' baby mama ain't shit for jumpin on 50s side. And she deserves an ass kicking because of the situation she's putting her child in. But with that said, Rick Ross isn't taking care of his kid(allegedly). So that nigga is in no position to demand respect, therefore his ass whoopin privlages are revoked. If you ain't takin care of grown man business you can't take the stance that you deserve anything, nor can you take measures to receive those things. You'll find that the better you carry youreself, the less chicks will do shit that will make you want to kick ass.

Also and most importantly, keep you're fuckin hands to yourself. The best way to avoid an ass kickin is not starting the fight in the first place. For the females, I know its tempting to hit niggas because most likely he's not gonna hit you back. Thing about that is you don't know until you actually hit him. And surprise surprise right in ya eyes, its 2009 and the number of niggas willing to hit a broad under certain situations has skyrocketed. Niggas take a lot of proverbial beatings evereyday and in every walk of life. So, most of us aren't trying to take them at home too. Keep that in mind before you swing. And fuck it if you gonna get physical, avoid retribution, just Al Green a nigga.

Lastly, keep your fuckin cool. This goes for everyone. Women, sometimes you gotta let your man win. Don't beat a nigga down verbally over some bullshit. Especially if he's doing everything else he's supposed to do. I'm not saying be weak, but there is nothing wrong with submission. Also, I'm not saying that you should follow a stupid nigga cause you don't want to question him for fear he may lash out. Dig? Now fellas, y'all need to take your asses off your shoulders. Don't be afraid to take the advice and influence of your lady. You got her for a reason. Be the man you're supposed to be and everything will take care of itself. Bottom line folk, you can't force a muthafucka to be what you want them to be. Keep in mind that after an argument both paties should be able to walk away feeling good about themselves. Cut the bullshit out y'all....men if you gotta hit her then you don't need her. And women if he's hitting you, he's not the man that you need. Bounce quick. Ya heard?

I'm out.

They Shoulda Never Gave You Niggas Money!!!!!!!

2009-02-03T09:56:00.001-08:00

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez back once again feelin lovely. The Steelers won the Super Bowl so I want to send a shout out to my hometown, I know them fools out there are goin crazy. I wish I could have been there to soak that in. But in the mean time in between time, I got some square bidness to address.....Shall we?

Once again it is tax season, and niggas are in a frenzy. As always these niggas seem to be in competion to see who can spend their returns the fastest, and the most foolishly, on some real life bootleg Brewsters Millions shit. I think the fucked up economy has cats even more crazy than usual, as money has been so tight for so long. Well I'm here to say, y'all niggas need to chill the fuck out with that shit. Where I work is like a microcosm of the black community. You got a little bit of everything, old church ladies, young borderline thug niggas, hoodrats, homos, regular cats etc. Every subdivision of black folk is thoroughly represented here. Well w2 came out last week, and as usual the amount of niggas mysteriously absent from work, only to return with a wealth of new shit has increased substantially.

I don't really have a problem with this, since its their money and they can do what they want. But this shit just makes niggas look bad, and we need to curb this activity. I know its hard and we as black people struggle more often than not. But niggas act like the struggle can be erased with a $3000 check and some fresh Prada sneaks. Fuck that. That's not to say you shouldn't do something nice for yourself. Nor, am I saying niggas need to be running to the investment firms learning about market shares and shit. That ain't fuckin reality. Bottom line you put money in a niggas hand, the nigga is gonna find a way to spend. Myself included. What I AM saying is in these rough times, make sure you take care of some business before treating yourself. I'm sure there ain't too many niggas reading this that don't have an unpaid bill, or some car work they can't afford SOMETHING. Let's knock some of that shit out before heading to the Louis store.

Black people in America have been conditioned to be consumers(check out Donnies song Big Black Buck off the colored section album) which is fucked up considering we are the poorest people in the country. But the o'fays in charge know that by throwing huge chunks of money at us, its a guarantee that we will give it right back because as the ol folks say we "ain't used to havin shit". My homie sent me some shit yesterday via email about that nigga Eddy Curry(basketball player for the NY Knicks) this nigga is asking for an advance on his contract money cause he broke. The fuck!?!? Mind you this nigga been in the league for the better part of 10 years. And of course has a fleet of foreign cars and obscene amounts of jewlery. But he's broke. I say good. Fuck that nigga don't give him a dime. More than likely he's from the hood, so that should have been motivation enough to curb his spending habits. Now, I know we all have vices(mine is video games) but god damn, why do niggas gotta be slaves to them?

Check out our entertainers, rappers in particular. Judging their wealth on shit that they accumulate. Peep, y'all know the shit that happened with John Travolta and is son dying? Well of course there were pictures of his house on the net, I liketa fell out when I saw this muthafucka had PLANES parked out front. PLANES!!!! Not bentleys, not phantoms but 3 million dollar planes. Niggas get off that low level shit. Spending every fuckin dollar as soon as you get that shit. Then wondering why you 30 with no place to live but a bunch of fly shit in your moms basement. Stop makin other muthafuckas rich. Do some nice shit for yourself and keep it movin.

Also, what's the logic in paying to get your return back faster. Don't you know you're paying to get what is rightfully yours? Damn! This shit kills me. Let's step it up family, I know we can. Quit letting these crackedy cracks tell us what we need. Feel me?

I'm out.....

Getting Off Your Own Dick

2009-01-28T05:58:00.000-08:00

Its so cooooooold in the P!!!!! What it look like folk? Its ya main square back again with these here chronicles. Old man winter has finally laid his kiss on Philadelphia. We have our 1st real snow of the winter. I took the above picture right before I walked into work. Schools are closed and I can wager a lot of people won't be in to work today. My job is way out in like suburban Philly and its a bitch to get here. The african dude isn't here today. So that has me reconsidering making the journey up here today. Cause for those of y'all that have worked with or around Africans....you KNOW its fucked up when the African dude ain't there. But, nonetheless we still have some bidness to get down to. Shall we?

As you can see, todays topic is getting off your own proverbial dick. I say proverbial to make it clear that this is not just a problem dealing with men. I have a couple of instances that I experienced recently that made me want to address this.

As readers of the blog know, I was recently at my brother in laws wedding. What I didn't touch was the interactions I saw involving my wifes family. The majority of the people there for my wifes brother were from his fathers side of the family. But that's where it gets tricky. My wife and her brother are the only children by their dad that have the same mother. Now keep in mind, this nigga has 5 children from like 4 different women. All of these children pretty much hate the dad. All for different reasons, but mostly cause the muthafucka wasn't around. The oldest of the children was one of the groomsmen. But I noticed in the program that his name was hyphenated. My wifes maiden name first, followed by another name. Now, I knew that his mother had been remarried so I didn't pay this any mind.

Fast forward to the events after the wedding ceremony(I say events because there was no reception...I'm still pissed about that). I fell within earshot of a convo between my wifes father and his oldest son. Seems daddy dearest is mad that his son took on another mans name. I laughed to myself having heard several accounts of the fathers wrongdoings, I found the exchange highly amusing.

Dad: I see you changed you're name. Why?
Son: because that's who I am
Dad: no really you're not.
Son: well in my mind and how I see it this is who I am

This was followed by the son just walking away. Then I got to thinking, who the fuck was this dude to question his son about anything? Here he was around all of his children(except 1) and none of them are paying him any attention. Beset on all sides by grandchildren(many of whom he was seeing for the first time) his failures shining brightly in his face, and this nigga had the audacity to feel some kind of way about his kids turning their back on him? Get off your own dick nigga. Sidenote: later on the father and his brother(who is on his own dick as well) were sitting within earshot of my wife and I trying to figure out what my wifes married name is. Ain't that some sad shit? 1 that he didn't know, and 2 that his relationship with his daughter isn't strong enough for him to ask. Eventually my wifes aunt(one of the few people inthis familial equation with sense) asked my wife our family name. Sheeeesh....people.

Now onto a female being on her own dick. Before I start I will say, women rarely get on that tip, unless its over a nigga. as is the case in this other example. Now, this one takes place in my job. Here where I work there are a lot of interoffice romances, affairs, an jumpoffs. Anywho, this girl was dating this guy, things went south, they broke up. Dude decides he wants to holla at this other chick, and promptly puts his bid in. He didn't get too far with the new chick so he decides to go back to the old chick. Now the old girlfriend is walking around with her peacock feathers spread out like she won the prize. Not knowing that the other chick wasn't really interested in dude like that anyway. So in reality YOU look like the fool for trying to stunt on the chick, why? Cause he's STILL tryna holla. If you got off your dick for a second you would see that. Now this is 2 fold though cause dude was on his dick somewhat thinking he was gonna slide his way from one set of draws to the next. But I guess he had to try, right?

Well there we have it folk. Just fall back a little and try to see things from the next mans angle. See why you AIN'T the shit, and you'll find out why you are. Ya dig? Also before I go I want to shout out some folk that been spreading word about The 925 Chronicles. First and foremost my muse...the battery in my back, my wife Quiana aka Butterbear. Also shout out to my mom, even though I'm embarrassed she reads this with all the foul language. Shout out to Tis(check his blog out http://www.scienceofmagnetic.blogspot.com/), Rick aka Monsta Don(blog coming soon), Mel, Nakia aka Sunny aka Whistles(where the blog at son!?!?), and last but not least the homegirl Tee. Aiiight y'all, I'm out.