Today we were talking about revelations which is fitting to talk about the end of times and my place in hell since I just did something that brought me some semblance of joy but was evil I suppose. New York is very cluttered and busy. I love it. I’m always running 100 mph. So that brief stint I wasn’t feeling good and health was a real ass kicker. Mostly because what would I do with myself on slow?
Today my sociopathic traits just took over. Getting shoved around is nothing in New York. Today I let the devil take me. I’m walking to my train when a chick crosses my path she hits my boob because she’s focused on getting across from me horizontally from the stairs to the train in front of her. So what do I do in retaliation? I trip kick her that’s what the fuck I did. Bumping into someone accidentally is one thing and incidental if it’s packed. Bumping into someone because you’re too busy staring st the train in front of you instead of being aware of your surroundings is a whole other ball game in a city of psychopaths and sociopaths in your very midst. To add I turn around to see her face in disbelief and she’s like omg. So of course I part with fucking bitch.
The irony in this story is that a guy with a set of bongos walks in the train I finally make and starts drumming and singing psalms isn’t lost on me. Guess tonight I’ll look up Babylon on the Bible…
You might think that I’m talking about an actual vice. Well folks, I’m not. What I am talking about is the scariest moment of my life trying on a jumper at New York & Company and becoming entrapped in the jumper. The funny thing is, I knew. The moment I was jumping into the damn thing, I was like hmm.. maybe an extra large? Not a lot of flexibility.. but yet I trapped myself in the damn thing. For a minute, I broke into a sweat wondering if I was going to have to call 911 to have the jaws of life extricate me out of the jumper, or if I was going to have to rip out of it..
It was frightening. Somehow, I managed to contort my arms all around the world and I freed one arm, then the other arm.. Lesson of the day is, if you think it doesn’t have a lot of give, don’t try to shove yourself in there anyway. Simply walk away.. Just walk the fuck away..
Let’s be honest, I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been busy twittering away at the in house resident president and ripping racist ignorant assholes apart on the internet. There is no leaps and bound nor end in sight at the rate we are going. One of the few topics I never touched was race. But I think we’ve reached a point where not talking about it, isn’t exactly helping but in fact hindering. Hindering because not talking about something doesn’t make it go away, nor does it change nor make anything better. Its like ignoring the big ass elephant in the room even though he’s stomping in your living room.
Everyday, I come closer to realizing that I am an advocate. I guess that as a minority the hardest part of watching everything as it goes on is the blatant disregard or dismissal by our counterparts. Its almost as if facts, history have no reason in most of the arguments that I have ripped people apart. Case in point, Puerto Rico. I have family know others who have family there who had no idea if their families were starving, were okay, no idea about nothing. So imagine you don’t hear from your family for almost a month, you logon and see what? E-thugs. Uneducated, e-thugs telling you how your Puerto Rican family should die there, or that Puerto Rico is another country…. First, there is no reason people in our so called rich nation shouldn’t know that Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory. Secondary, there is no reason why people in this rich nation shouldn’t know that the U.S. used to use puerto rico as their guinea pig, from using vieques for bomb testing, to birth control guinea pigs.
The problem is we have people who try to hide behind the I don’t see color bullshit. When they damn well see color. We have people that are not educated and I don’t mean with a degree. You can have 8 masters and still be a damned fool. But we have people that are so historically uneducated and so unexposed to other cultures and people that all they have wrapped around in their mind is their own kind. They have smoked the big L that the media has painted, allowed the narrative of bad minorities to shape their bullshit beliefs and solidify and justify their bullshit. There is no excuse today.
Don’t tell me you’re a Christian and you believe that God said to break bread with only your fellow man, don’t tell me its okay to vote for a pedophile because it infringes on your ability to get to heaven since it collides with your own personal beliefs. That’s all a you issue. You have a problem. Its not the minorities in this country, its not the so called illegals (when you discount the illegal Europeans that slaughtered and pillaged the native americans), its you that is the issue.. and you that needs to reconcile your bullshit with the truth. This is why I have such great issue with following any religion so blindly. Don’t you ask questions? Why is your pastor pushing a Benz? Did God ask him to? Why would your so called God teach you hate in his name? So God taught you that your white skin is superior to all others? That sounds like a hell of a religeon and a hell of a God. It sounds to me like a God of convenience. Convenient to your narrative.
A few days ago I had a conversation with a friend about giving videos to the cops. The conversation was about the one time I decided to maybe help someone only to see something funny. The type of shit that could get you killed or shot at. So my point to her was basically unless it’s something serious I’m not talking. She said that was the street mentality, snitches get stitches. Well there’s some truth to that.
It actually made me reflect on my past. I talk about it often enough. I feel more comfortable in the worst neighborhoods than I do some uppity puppets. If you’ve read my blogs you can surmise I’m not an idiot nor am I uneducated, but the fact is the streets also were my own teacher. They taught me the shitty side of life the side where you lose everything start over 1000000 times over, they taught me hunger, but they also taught me to scrap literally and figuratively.
The main reflection I remembered because of her comments were the razors. I carried razors in my mouth in high school. Something I had forgotten about. I had learned to flip them around and everything. I was a black sheep amongst my surroundings. I’m fine with that, but it was life that showed me to never back down. I don’t regret it or resent it. That’s why now I’m a force to be reckoned with. You can take the girl out the streets but you can’t take the streets out this girl….
We were joking today that I’m a gambling crack head. I’ve been playing scratch offs. I don’t play to the point I’m starving to death and my kid is panhandling for food, but I am playing to get the fuck out. I show up to work some days, read my email and desperation to flee kicks in. I start day dreaming about all the careers and things I could potentially do with my life that are not involved with the office. At one point, I think I said I loved my job. Today is not one of those days. I cashed in a $50 scratch off win and play a $20 for a $40 win. Its missing a few digits behind it, but I’ll take it. It gives me hope. Hope that I will be free and that I won’t have to just walk myself out the door because all I feel is sheer desperation.
Its a funny thing, I can go work back at a Corporate firm, but the just thinking about it is like Robitussin, gross all the way down. I have to admit, as I’ve gotten older my dance to the beat of my own drum has gotten carried away. So now, if I can’t live with dark purple hair because its not appropriate, I don’t want any part of it. Let me have Britney 2007 break downs and just live.
Schools across NYC have been having a daddy take your kid to school day clad with photo op sessions and what have you. “Wear your super hero shirt!” “Take a photo with your child in your super hero shirt.” You’re going to be offended but what the fuck? Are you serious? Do men really need a red carpet and a god damned photo op to take their children to school? Almost everyday out of the year, plenty of mothers walk their kids to school everyday or almost everyday and play even larger roles as the caretaker of their kids. I’m still waiting to see a mommy red carpet hall of fame for dropping your kid off at school. Its your fucking job. You helped make this child. Are we really fucking living in a society where we need to applaud the stand up dads like they just made wee wee for the first fucking time?
I’m sorry, I think its a nice thing, but at the same time, I find it slightly ridiculous. I know plenty of mothers that do it all and they don’t get a parade for stepping up and being parents, let alone a day to take a selfie with your kid for doing what you’re supposed to be doing. This is not to take away the credit from single dad’s, or great father’s that sometimes do more than mother’s. But it is an insult to everyone else that does take care of their children every single day and doesn’t need motivation in a day designated to take your kid to school, something you should either already do when you can or you should already be actively partaking..
Litterally, the weekend. I’ve been listening to his songs most recently the reminder. I love him as an artist. Yet.. it dawned on me that all his songs are fueled with cocaine binge references. Since I never did coke, it got me thinking about the people I knew sold coke and the ones that snorted that shit. The first time I saw someone bump a line I was 17. A popular hot new kid in school asked me to hang out. I invited one of my best friends. I just remember the night being a drunken stupor for me filled with cocaine and oddity. I didn’t do the cocaine by the way. But it was the first time I saw someone do a line. I wasn’t bothered by obviously I was curious why the hell anyone would put that shit up their nose.
All of that and the songs have made me wonder if there is something to be said about drugs and genius. Steve Jobs was an avid tripper, Weeknd used drugs to fuel his creativity to write or as he put it dibble dabble. Is there something to be said about drug fueled genius? Maybe just maybe because it lowers your restrictions and inhibitions it allows you to actually tap into the things/thoughts you would otherwise discourage yourself from. Not condoning drug use just saying.
Interstingly enough growing up around people that cooked, cut and sold drugs, I was never curious to try drugs or become involved with that life. Every now and then though, I thought that if I had been born in a different era, I might have tried to be a Griselda Blanco with a callous ruthlessness. But the times are different and my life choices are as well. But sometimes… just sometimes…