A Journey Of A Weekend

So my weekend started Saturday morning. I had an interview early in the morning so you already know i got on my spiffy shit. The interview went well can't really complain. From the interview i went straight to Atlantic City with my Number One Nigga, my moms. Yes, she knows that i call her my nigga. On a two hour ride with me is no joke. There was once or twice she wanted to slap me to shut up. We spoke about everything. I even told her about the people i smoked with and some stories. Just hanging out.

Ridin around and i'm getting it. She got the bluetooth on like she a thug.

We then finally made it after a quick stop at Popeye's for some lunch. Now the thing about Atlantic City is that its like miniature Las Vegas. With that being said they would expect you to gamble.

A grown ups wonder land

Neither my mom or I like to gamble. So this trip was nothing but some quality time. We just started shopping and even had a couple of beers. Nothing like chilling with my nigga.

After a long day we head home. Broke. But we richer in our love. Later that night i get a call from my right hand man. He was telling me that he wanted to chill and he had some people he had to meet in the city. So we assemble in Times Square at a bar and thats when the adventure begins. We then went to a show of some sort with some funky music. Had me dancing shit i don't normally dance. But i don't put anything new down, i try it all.

We ended up in Brooklyn. Don't ask i'll explain that all in a video post later this week. I got home at six thirty in the morning. I woke up and my mother aka my #1 nigga was like "Hey, lets go to City Island."
I quickly got up with a hangover and got ready quick. Off to City Island we went.

We went with my grandparents. My grandfather is the senior citizen version of me. You can see him here eating a whole fried red snapper. He a clown.












And then my mother and I just went chilling around the city. Drinking Blue Moons and causing havoc. I was trying to take pics but two drunk people can't camera phone properly!
I write these post not to really show much but who I am. Also to show you guys of what i do when  i'm not writing anything. I hope you enjoy and keep on visiting and reading.

-ART-

Don't Kill The Messenger

Phew!

 I thought these five flights of stairs would get easier. Now where did I put my keys?

Putting down my bags I begin to pat my pockets to feel for my keys. You can hear the echo of Metallica in my building hallways from my iPod headphones. I finally dig into my right pocket and dig out my keys. The hallway was covered in the aroma of seasoned chicken. I proceed to open my door, hold it open with one foot, pick up my bags and continue into my apartment. Once I get inside I put down the bags, while turning around my headphones drop.

These damn headphones never seem to stay on my ears.

Being in the darkness only guided by the rays of the moonlight, I then begin to feel down my pants for my dangling headphones. I get back up to close the door…

Chandelier

She runs her own Publicists Company, she is know all through the industry. Some might even call her the "Industry Vixen". She was tall, built to kill, and had chinky eyes but wasn't Asian. The problem with her success is that its a glorious lonely one.  Her boyfriend was someone who was always there for her through the good, bad, beautiful, ugly, ups, downs, poor, and well not really the wealth. Throughout her tyrant as a successful publicists there isn't a day that goes by that she still has a feeling in the bottom of her heart that she still owes him. She thinks to herself You don't owe anybody. We use whatever means we have and make it towards where we are today. I aspire to be more than beauty, handbags and designer shoes. And i will never allow anyone stop me from pursuing my dreams. But what is success, it isn't money or stature. The love you have for yourself and the ambition to thrive for more.
The saying going "behind every great man there is a great woman" but in this case "behind this woman was a great man".

Story Time With The Boys

This one night hanging out with my friends we started up a conversation about some bad sexual experiences we had. I spoke about this one time in high school when i went to a party and picked up a girl.
It was a house party, a good one at that. The house was packed and they were playing reggaeton all night.  There was this one girl that kept eye'ing me the whole time. One of my friends pushed me towards her and from that instance we started dancing. I don't know if you guys remember high school house party but it would have taken a truck to move me from how raunchy we were dancing. I swear to you the dye of my jeans have to be imprinted till this day on that wall. She turns around puts one leg up and we were basically dry humping. She got real close to my neck, i could feel her sweating.
She then whispered in my ear "Let's get out of here."
Its not like i was living alone, i was a senior in high school, i lived with my grandparents. But i didn't care who i was living with i was going to take this home and then take this down.
And then it happened.

Asshole Chronicles: The E-Break-Up

Asshole Move #23: Sending an e-mail to break up

Cleaning out my e-mail account i ran into something i forgot i even wrote. A copy of a break up letter that i had sent to a girl that i was going out with senior year of high school. The worse part is not even that i sent her an email breaking up with her but it was a t-mail, from my sidekick.

I met her through one of my friends that i had 3rd to 4th period math class with. She was a live wire, i mean she really kept me on my toes. I'll never forget that first night we spoke on the phone she was actually having an argument with her ex.
"Hold on, my ex is on the other line bothering me." is what she would tell me. I thought it was crazy but it excited me. The first time speaking to her and she was already opening up to me, telling me about her past relationships and experiences with men. Her strategy was to be completely honest with me and in return i was going to do the same.

The El ExXx Pt. 3

Three days passed and we had been hanging out every chance we got. Whether it be shopping for clothes or shopping for food at the super market. This one day I took her to the park where you could see over the river and the great big bridge which connects the world to us. It was funny because we didn't need to come up with any conversation we would just talk for hours and hours about anything. I could see how happy she was with her life in her eyes. They had this glow that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was warm.

A Dying Love

I’ve been with her for two and half years now. That’s along time; I would have never thought I would be tied down for that long. I must admit, I have done my share of dirt but I can’t ever leave her. To tell you the truth, those girls never meant anything to me and till this day I can't tell you why. We are fools to think that what is done to others' can't happen to us. Why is it that some men cherish women and give them the respect in which they deserve and yet get their heart broken. While there are other men who treat women with disgust and still able to find the "right ones". All i have to say is karma is a bitch and she waits for no one. And when it's to late we all want to cry or regret. Here’s how the story goes…

            Las Vegas, Nevada, I was there with a "lady friend" I had met on business. Thought maybe I should relax and have fun. I had told my girlfriend that I was going out of town to meet up with some business partners, which is true. I just happen to have done a little something different there.  But it was bothering me, for the simple fact I was doing something I could have done with her and not some random woman. She was nobody to me, especially for me to treat her so well. My conscious weighted heavy so I decided to go back early and surprise her, but before anything I had to get something to take back to her. It wouldn't make up for all the lying and mischief but it was a true token of my love.

             On the plane home I felt like I was meeting her again for the first time because I had butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe it was cause of the plane food. Either way I couldn’t wait to go back. I’ll never forget the day I first met her…

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            It was a cool summer night; I was just hanging out with Supreme and Stacks. We were outside in front of Stacks' building. When I saw her walking down the street towards us. She had long legs, Indian skin complexion with long dark hair and big breast. I’m not the one to yell out or draw attention, but something told me that I had to catch her eye. Very hesitant, the only words that came out my mouth were “Hey! You dropped something!”

Blunts and Wheelchairs

This one night at home alone I decided to call up my delivery man and get a "twenty sack" of some fine grade marijuana, Sour Diesel. Sat right in front of my big screen tv grabbed my Playboy magazine with Linsdy Lohan on the cover and crushed it. I had recently got these clear wrapping paper that I wanted to give a try. I bumped into them in a SoHo smoke shop one night after work actually looking for the Playboy Magazine in which I was crushing on.I had Wiz Khalifa's mixtape, Kush & O.J. on, just relaxing not really giving much care to the world.

Everyone has a little ritual or just something that they do constantly before or during their smoking session. For some odd reason I like to text or tweet when I smoke. I actually on purpose look for someone to text before I light up the blunt. That and I also love to listen to old 90's hip-hop music. I wouldn't even consider that a ritual now that I think about it, it just happens. A lot.

In the middle of this smoking session I get a call from my mother telling me they were cleaning out my great grandmother's apartment who recently died in December of 2011. They had this electric wheelchair which they were planning to sell but just didn't have anywhere to place it for the mean time. Guess who got stuck with an electric wheelchair in their house. So they brought it through and it sits in my living so everyone who comes over can ask and I would have to repetitively tell the story. But this one night I thought it would be funny since I was already high off that Sour Diesel to go downstairs in it and get my munchies. The mind of a mad man. On the way back up to my apartment I thought it would even be funnier to record myself. And here it goes!

The El ExXx Pt. 2

The next day I was at work with a major headache, my stomach felt so empty yet nauseated and my body was sore. You could smell the Hennessy excreting through my pores like a pirate. My head was hung low when that sweet old lady came in to pay off her granddaughters' phone bill.

"Mierda tu si tiene una resaca." she said looking at the aftermath from last night.
I explained to her what happened yesterday beginning with when the girl first came in and i let her borrow my old phone which i wasn't using. Told her how stupid I felt for getting drunk; not even being able to stand on my own two feet and she had to walk me home. The worse part was going in for a kiss and being rejected. The old lady laughed and told me not to worry about it, she told me about how things like that happen to the best of us. She tried to make me feel better by telling me a story of when she first met her husband and he made his first move. How she gave him a slap across the face and now they have been married for 40 years. Her advice was to learn and keep on moving because chances are that woman will come back, if its worth it. Until then there will be plenty of girls who will reject you.

Asshole Chronicles: Walk Away

I'll never forget the time that I pulled my first "asshole" move. I was 14 years old and i went on my first date. She was a Junior in High School and we met through my best friends sister, who introduced me to her. She was from a all girls catholic school, petite, short hair, delicate and well mannered. Did it help she was also a freak?
This girl had me talking some of the nasty stuff late night on the phone. She was the one who introduced me to "phone bone".

Better Look of Who I Am!

Here is the writer, the blogger, the artist, the comedian, the skinny dude, and just plain ol' Art.

Four Twenty

Society calls it National Earth Appreciation Day, us stoners call it...

We just call it a reason to get high. Am I wrong? 

The El ExXx Pt. 1

I remember this one summer where I worked at a cell phone store. I thought it would be a easy and laid back part time job since I was so into gadgets and cell phones. But I was wrong, the customers at that location were ruthless. They would give me this ridiculous quota that i would have to meet at these outrageous deadlines. That didn't taint my spirit; i was able to make the most of it and meet a lot of interesting people. For example there was this old lady that would go and pay her granddaughters phone bill who was in Binghamton University. She would sit down with me and talk about how her granddaughters'  education is important, she paid for her phone bill because she knew that she will become a successful accountant.
That old lady one day came and brought me a Brugal straight from the Dominican Republic. Told me "I won't be able to enjoy it as much as you would." All she wanted was just someone to talk to.



It was a hot Sunday afternoon, me and two of my other co-workers were scheduled to work that day. The day dragged on and on with such hot weather. Being in a Cell Phone Store was not how i wanted to spend it but you have to do what you have to do. It wasn't till she walked in. Long legs, tall, bright red lipstick, matte black bob hair and thick, I wanted it. First thing that i thought was she is out of my league. I was gazed into her Paul Smith aviator sunglasses and i kept thinking what i would do to her if she would just let me put my lips on her.


SLAM!

I quickly snapped out of it when she tossed her broken pink Motorola Razr on top of that counter. "Excuse me. Hi. Fix this." she said with an attitude. I picked the device up which was clearly smashed with a cracked screen and scratches over the body.
Smiling i said "This is a cell phone store this phone here needs a church." She wasn't having it.
"I need this phone. My life is on this phone."
I try to calm her down because i could clearly see she was annoyed; a broken cell phone and this hot weather wasn't really helping much either. But i couldn't stop staring at her lips and cheek bones, she was built to stomp on a mans heart. I told her in my most smoothest voice "This cell phone store can't help you but I get off in an hour and i have this old phone and great condition that you can borrow."
Thats when she lifted me off my feet with that smile, she got closer to my face and said "Fix. My. Phone!"

As we looked around in the incasing we had in the store she saw nothing of her interest and she was getting more aggravated. She then out of a spurt just turned around and walked away. Just like that, without saying a word or even a notice. My co-workers and i looked at each other and just laughed. The hour was up and it was time to close shop, right after closing the store and saying my goodbyes to my co-workers, she approaches me from out of left field.
"Which is this phone that you can let me borrow?" she asked with a little girl voice.

The Boy Who Cried Colors

As a kid you don't really know how annoying you are until you are put in a situation were you are being punished for your annoyance. I can tell you this now growing up to be an only child you tend to get a couple of pay backs.


(as the screen gets blurry and i reminisce)

The Question?

Sitting up one night crying at all of the dismay that has happened in his life recently. Losing his job, losing his apartment, his girlfriend left, losing his grandmother and all the mean while losing his self. finally fed up, his tears turn to anger and his question of "why me?" quickly turned into a scold into the air.
wiping the tears from his cheek, balling up his fist, looking towards the sky, he questions "why do bad things happen to good people? and why must I suffer? haven't I served you and been good to you?"
nothing was heard. he then drops his head low as there was no response. but suddenly a strong gust of wind swooped by and in the pitch black night a bright light started to appear in the distance. as the light grew bigger it grew brighter and brighter till there was nothing to shade his eyes with but keep them shut. he felt a warm blanket-like feeling over his shoulders.
in a soft voice the light spoke out to him and said "I don't let these things happen rather I did these things to you."
wanting to open his eyes but the light would not let him afraid to be blinded. he responded back "but why?"
the voice quickly answer "never question me, everything I do has a reason. all I ask is to never lose faith and from time to time I will test you. not to break you down but to show you, you are stronger then you think."

with his eyes still closed he stood up but a force quickly pushed him back down. he then got up once again. the voice spoke out to him and said "you see what you can do? you stood up again even after being pushed down. that is to show you can have anything in this world if you really want it."
he lashed back and asked "but why take everything from me?"
a stronger force came over him and pushed him back down. "I said don't ever question me." the voice gets deeper, "show me that you really want it!"
with his last breath he finally stood up and even though he was scared he open his eyes. only to show he was back home with his girlfriend and grandmother at the foot of his bed...

Camouflage, Bandana Tied.

I know you remember having the Camouflage Uptowns with the white bottoms. These aren't the same ones but they surely compensate. Nike Air Force 1 Low Max Air VT QS "Camouflage"

What You Smoking On?

Here is a video of the two Gawds, Jada and Styles, discussing which strand of weed is better, Haze or the Sour Diesel. In my opinion, I would have to go with Jadakiss on this one. Sometimes you just want to get a good buzz I can't fuck with that stone that Sour leaves you with especially if I'm trying to be productive.

"weed so strong you got to put it in glass jars"

Whats your take on it? What you be smoking on?

Weed Condoms N Keyboards

I created a MiGente account. It was a while back if you haven’t noticed by the social network of choice but I thought I give it a try. One of my friends at school suggested it, said "There is alot of cuties there." He wasn’t lying. Best part of it was they were either latin or close to the neighborhood.

I took a certain pride in my profile, I did the background, icons and certain pictures I knew I looked rather dapper. I would randomly surf it from time to time and drop lines to some girls i thought were bangin’. I was selling myself like some sort of internet whore trying to get rid of a quick nut. It wasn’t till that one night when i got that private message from LaChula_loKa…

heii pa i see u live uptown. i saw ur pic & thought u looked like sum1 i knew. do u go to the bronx? u kno juan? lol hit me up ;)

A Conversation I Had With Ignorance

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.

         Professor: You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?

         Student: Yes, sir.

         Professor: So, you believe in God?

         Student: Absolutely, sir.

         Professor: Is God good?