I want to thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday over the last few days. And so everyone knows, I did not work this weekend. I told Bob that 1. it was my birthday and 2. I had things I had to do with family and could not get out of. Think there’s an email regarding this but I dont wanna post too many work emails. That shit could get me in trouble.

I had a mild birthday this year… a nice dinner with Ken, a couple of movies with mom and sat back, got pissy drunk watching Soul Plane by myself last night. All in all it was a nice birthday.

Anyway… thanks for the love and I expect more next year.

6 Days and counting…

I have absolutely nothing planned for my birthday and the fact that people are asking me “What am I doing? ” is getting tired. I figured if people really care then they should put something together. I really don’t want anything since I’m getting everything I want for myself. I be happy with a nice dinner and/or drink with friends, a Tivo and going to a titty bar. At least I got next Monday off.

I got another gift for myself from HK Flix, a great kung fu movie… Chinese Super Ninjas aka Five Element Ninjas. I was surprise it came so fast. I watched it today before I went to work. Shit definitely took me back to when my neighbor Tarik use to bring bootleg movies over or watch channel 48 on Saturday afternoons. Now I need to go and get The Five Deadly Venoms or Master of the Flying Guilliotine. Kung fu movies are probably the one thing better then porn…

Since my accident I’ve been fortuante enought ot retain alot of my memories. The good ones and bad ones. And talking with one of my peeps bout elementry school, the 80’s and ass-whuppin’s, I had this flashback of when I was in the fourth grade.

Back in the day I went to Charles R. Drew Elementry off of 38th and Powell just north of University of Pennsylvania and back then I had the worst teacher ever. Her name was Mrs. Berg. She wasn’t mean or anything like that, Mrs. Berg just didn’t give a fuck. She never taught us anything, there were no lessen plans, no assignments, no of that education shit. All she did was take roll, shit up at her desk and have the ossacional test. Her biggest issue, she couldn’t tell none of us apart. Bitch forever called me James and shit when the nigga James was five shades lighter then me. But enough bout her. Since Mrs. Berg didnt give a fuck bout the class, why would the students give a fuck. Only 2 muh fuckas in the class did anything was these two girl from Africa. I don’t remember which country or what the fuck their names were, but for the sake of story I’mma call them Umm Fu Fu 1 and Umm Fu Fu 2.

Now one day, my moms came to pick me up from school early. Like right after recess early, cuz I think I was faking to be sick or some shit. So momz decided that since she was at my school, she would ask bout my grades and shit. Immediately I thought she was trying to catch me in some shit cuz 1. I never broght shit some for homework and 2. she never saw any of my test, so moms was suspicous. So she gets to my class and in front of everybody asks Mrs. Berg how was my grades. And since Mrs. Berg didn’t give a fuck she gave them out right there: “James, I mean Anthony is a solid C student…” My eyes got so fucking big cuz I didn’t a C in her class or any grade school class. But moms played it cool for a minute, and aksed bout homework. Now everyone in the class is saything that either we dont get homework or we doing in class b4 e go home since it was so easy. But here come Umm Fu Fu 1 and her big mouth saying “We get homework everynight” and proceeded to pull out her Trapper Keeper with evidence of notes and assignments. If I ain’t never wanted to beat the shit outta someone so bad until that point and time. Umm Fu Fu 1 goes to show here the homework assignment that was due that day. And of course being the momz she was, momz asked to see mine homework and in true fashion, all I had was a empty binder. All my boys were coming to my defense and shit, saying this and saying that, but mos kept her cool, told me to get my bag and said that we were leaving.

As soon as we stepped outside did my moms grab me by the arm and say, “As soon as we get to the house, I’mma beat ya ass. 1 for lying bout school and 2 for not doing your work.” And it wasn’t like she drove to my school and we were bout to drive back. We was some walking folks and the 8 block walk down 38th street was not cute. Momz going down the street with her “Imma beat ya ass stroll” and me laggin 15 feet behind and every 2 minutes she’s yelling “You better walk the hell up here cuz u ain’t getting outta this beating!” And by the time we got home, somethng happened. I don’t know what but I didn’t get that beating when we got there. So I had some time to think to tey and get outta this shit but mostly I was worrying my ass off. So 5 hours later, right after dinner I was back in my room and moms came in. Im her hand was not a belt but a brown extension cord. She wailed on my black for a good, solid 10 minutes. It did some crazy ass cartoon shit where I was running around the room screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to block the whuppin with one hand while my momz grabbed on my other arm.

And after it was all done, the one thing I could think about was plottin on Umm Fu Fu 1 and Umm Fu Fu 2.

13 days until my birthday. I went ahead and edited down my wishlist in case any of strangers feel awfully generous and wanna hook a bruh up with a gift. If not Pay Pal some shit to me and if simply don’t give a fuck bout me, then hey… no skin off my balls, cuz I don’t know ya.

The apartment has been mighty quiet and I like it. One thing I notice after I cleaned on Saturday was that my place looked twice as big as it did when I moved in. Hmmmm. Oh well back to work.

I like to be spontaneous and do new shit in life. Depending on how drunk I am I’ll do just bout anything legal. So I up in Walmart which is problem number one. I should have my ass in Target but I digress. I was buying my toiletries like toothbrushes, face scrub, anti-persperants, astroglide and I came across shaving goods. Now I have a enough Mach 3 razors and Colgate shaving cream to last me til I die but I was intrigued but this thing called Nair for Men. Straight off the bat let me say that I’m sick and I need help cuz I bought it but it did sit in my bathroom for a week until yesterday. I had got up early and had so extra time to get ready for work. SO I look at the bottle for a good minute, trying to make sure that I’m not gonna have any rashes and or chemical burns and shit, and I get the rolling. It stunk to high heaven like an old ass can of Magic but it did what it was suppose to do. I wasn’t all hairy before, I had some body hair but not thick. Now my legs are all smooth and shit and I feel so fucked up cuz I like it… I don’t think that I would Nair my legs again the crease in my ass where my legs and ass meet itches like fuck but I will enjoy the temporary smoothness even if it is soooo gay.

I still haven’t watched Monster yet, maybe I’ll crack it open this weekend when my peeps come through, that’s if I’m off this weekend. Been so occupied with spending money this week that I need to force myself to think that I’m broke to curb my spending. Interesting thing is that my check card expires next month and I haven’t gotten a new one yet. Lets see what happens to all my reoccuring porn sites when they all crap out. Oh well… I need to go find a dark ass corner at the job so I can go scratch my itchy ass.

A lot shit happened during my downtime, from my cell phone being cutted off to working overnight from 4pm to 6am several times. Anyway, last week I was able to get outta work fairly early around 1pm. So I rushed home and the first thing I do is start cleaning. My place was all fucked up, and I usully do keep a clean house, but with all the hours that were MANDATORY all I really get to do when I’m at home is eat, shit and sleep. SO I clean my bathroom, scrub my bedroom floor cuz I had this long ass black mark from when I moved in and dragged my dresser. Did the dishes, dusted, and swifered everything. Shit was kinda sparkling. So as my surfaces were drying I took all my clothes, towels, my shower curtain and my bathroom rugs to the Laundry Mat.

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Every year it starts around June 20th and wont end until September. In Philly we had fire crackers and it wasn’t a big issue like it is in Indiana. Maybe its cuz fireworks are illegal in Illinois, so all along the state line and continuing east there’s nothing but signs for “Big Cheap Bombs” and “Krazy Kaplan’s.” Shit is all very tacky.

So for the last 3 weeks I’ve had to endure loud ass explosions from my white trash neighbors. Now I don’t mind fire crackers going out during the day, but at 2:30 in the morning with all the BOOM BOOM BOOM is too fucking much. These are the same muh fuckas that I can hear on my PC’s subwoofer, going on bout how their brother don’t pay the NIPSCO bill. But I digress.

My ID4 holiday wasn’t bad this year. I didn’t barbeque and I didn’t get stupid drunk either. After work on Friday, got home around 11pm and attempted to cook the oxtails. I know how to burn some food, so being able to cook my own meals ain’t an issue but I completely fucked up the oxtails. I don’t know if I didnt brown them long enough or the combination of what I put in the put was all messed up. All I know is that all that was in the pot was in the dumpster by the morning. On Saturday, I got to work and the plant got through the Run At Rate really quick which was really good. I got outta there around 5:30, headed to Walmart, and put gas in my “Hoo-ride” and went home. I figured that since I had Saturday night, Sunday and Monday off, I try to have my little gathering. But it didn’t happen only Ken and JP came. It was all good but could have been better. Saturday Ken, me, Ronette and her friend went to this party out in Hyde Park. The view was nice but the party was beyond lame. We spent 3 hours trying to leave to either hit another party or go see Spiderman 2 but as fickle and as indecisive as women are, we spend another hour waiting. Eventually me and Ken left, picked up Ken and headed to River Oaks to catch the late show of Spiderman 2. On Monday I spent all day in bed and chilled out in my draws as loud ass fireworks went off outside my windows.

I was feeling good today. Today I realize that I’ve moved to a new place, not only literally but mentally. Today I’m ready to put my accident behind me. I know that I will have the scars for the rest of life and the hole will be a constant reminder f my fraility but I’m letting it go. I guess to truly let this go I need to tell the whole story. I’ve been avoiding in saying what happen to those who didnt see it and stopped from expressing how I feel cuz I got tired of the questions and nosey ass people and their fake sincerety. But I digress.

It was on a Friday, March 5th. Like every Friday I checked my direct deposit for my paycheck and got ready for work. I threw my jeans on and my long-sheeve Roc-a-wear shirt and headed out. On the way I stopped at CVS to get some bullshit items like mouthwash and that daily flosser and rushed to work. Everything was as normal as any Friday at the plant. Outbound/shipping was having issues in printing labels for the seats going out.

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