Precision, Do-Ryte, Capone & Equalizer

I can still see him doing that crazy dance or sending everyone a silly text message in the middle of the night. I already know that I’m going to miss his laugh and how he made sure everyone was okay. Last night I lost my Brother Equalizer, my friend Jabari. And while we might not have been blood, we were still family.

Something interesting just happened… a friend (and I mean that in its loosest definition) told me that I’m not a good person because I couldn’t devote any time towards him. Since I work a lot of hours and because I’m fairly active in my fraternity my free time is pretty slim. So am I wrong in thinking that I should be granted a little leeway? You would think that a friend would understand my sitaution somewhat. Am I correct in thinking that this negro is on some selfish bullshit and I should be happy that he’s elected to remove himself from the equation that is Tony?

This brings up something that I’m been sitting on for a minute as well. Another friend is apparently upset with me regarding my spending habits (more specifically my purchase of my new iPod) and has promptly stopped talking to me. It took me about a week or so to realize that they were even mad at me. At that point I had to laugh because they were mad at something at some that had absolutely no impact, effect or consequence in their life what so ever. Overall it made them seem a little jealous. This was someone who I’d converse in confidence. Told them about the amounts of money that I made, and even complained about not having money (which I do a lot). But never told them that I had gotten a second pay increase this year or the fact that I was hired and was going to be grossing almost 50 grand so I have what they call “DISPOSABLE INCOME.” So I let them be mad at me becasue I owe no one an explaination about what I do with my money. So it seems that I don’t have to do anything to piss people off, so the question is still there… Have I pissed you off yet?

I’m sitting here this Sunday and about ready to say ‘Buh-bye’ to the world of Yahoo! messenger. The lack of macintosh support has completely alienated not only myself but my entire market share.

If by chance Apple decides to intergrated Yahoo! Messenger into iChat AV as they did with AOL Intstant Messenger then maybe you’ll see my online the yodel-named client but until something worth a damn happens for the mac, Yahoo! can lick the underside of my shaft.

It’s February, already. I’m glad that January is over and now it’s time to move on and start looking towards the future.

I’ve been hold off on this since because I didn’t want it to sound like some half-baked New Year’s resolution, but I’ve been in the process of making some great life changing decisions. The first was that I serious cut back on my red meat intake. Hopefully this will keep me away from Sickie-Deez, so it’ll keep some extra money in my pocket and drop some pounds off my gut.

I’m cutting back on frivolous spending. I think the announcement that I bought a 5th generation black iPod aka “Black Like Me” may have pissed some people off. But that was my last major purchase of the year, that and the RAM, I need to replace and the powerbook repair fees.

The last two changes kind of go hand in hand. First, I’m paying off a lot of stuff on my credit report, including my student loans. After the accident and the robbery, I’ve been playing the role of the victim and fell behind on somethings. And while my reports doesn’t look too good, its definitely fixable with some time, patience and hopefully a full time postion. And since I’m paying off some loans by May, I should be back in school this fall. I know that’s something my mom will be happy about. She wanted me to drop my current job to go back, knowing that I can’t get financial aid, because my work schedule didn’t alott any time for school. But that’s a story for another day. Essentially, I’m starting a 4-5 year plan. By the time I’m 30 I want a house, a master’s degree and live healthy & comfortable and that wasn’t going to happen with the way I was living.

It’s been a long week, and sure there were times when I sat around and picked at the hair bumps on my chin but for the most part I’ve been busy.

I’ve been fine tuning lesson plans and mentally preparing for the upcoming intake season for my fraternity. Within the next 3 weeks I have to find and reclaim and sense of patience that I may have had in the past. Essentially I’m nervous, anxious and excited, I want to get it started and get it over.

I’ve also been working nights last week. I remember when I was 12 and would have killed to stay up late all the time. But irregular sleeping habits and large spans of doing nothing will suck the life off of you. Half of the week I just wish I was in bed.

My Weekend was ridiculously long… On Friday I drove an hour one way, back and forth to the Apple Store in Oakbrook Illinois to send my baby off, I came back to Hammond to go food shopping, put in ten hours at work and head off to Bubbleland to wash several loads of clothes. My body didn’t hit my bed until 4:30 am Saturday. I had the first informational meeting for my fraternity Saturday afternoon at Columbia College, hung out with my frat brothers and some potential intakees afterwards and spend all day Sunday help one of my frat brothers move. I slept good Sunday night, but I’m still feeling the effects now.

Or Why I’m Banned From The CTA Red Line.

Let me start off by saying that Stoli is not my friend. In an attempt to show Karsh of Black Gay Blogger some of the city of Chicago, a meal with Rod from Rod Online 2.0 and Bernard Bradshaw from Sex and the Second City and myself was planned. The location was Wishbone out in the Chicago west loop and it all started innocent enough. I parked on the south side and took the train into the loop and caught a bus to the Wishbone. We were suppose to meet up with Rod and Bernard but they both had got caught up. The food at Wishbone wasn’t bad, but the beer on tap was god awful.

With nothing else to do, and other than the fact that it was serverely early on a Friday night, I suggested some bar hopping in Wicker Park or in Boystown. After passing by some sushi bars and black sedan that had crashed into a support column for the green line on Lake Street near I-90/94, we hopped a train and transferred to the red line. Karsh and I made good time to Belmont and I even eyed some cute gay boys with their hag on the train. From there we headed to Roscoe’s, check our coats and sat at the bar. Friday’s was Stoli Pink Lemonade night and for $12 a pitcher it seemed like a good deal. Thats until I realized I drunk the second pitcher by myself.

From there everything else was a complete blur. I remember dozing off on the red line, I remember leaving my black Banana Republic skullie on the train, I remember dropping my brand new Motorola Razr phone several times and I unfortunately remember punching Karsh in his chest twice and projectile vomitting the pink lemonade into a trash can on the red line 95th & Dan Ryan station. After all of that, I woke up on my best friend’s couch with a bad taste in my mouth.