Drunk By Myself...

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

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

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....

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?

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?

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)

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?