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. 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.

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 ;)

My Alter-Ego has an Ego!

Reading the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde i come to a state of wondering questions and a lot of curiosity. To sum up the drive to this curiosity is the fact that in the book, Dr. Jekyll has a psychological battle within himself of the so-called evil side. In his quest he turns into a violent and evil monster of the name Mr. Hyde. With that being said it came to my attention, do we as humans have a Hyde in us? Do we have this so call dark side? Through out the media and literature we have cases of alter egos for the better or worst. You might say super heroes in comic books have a double life but they choose to use theirs for good. Or the villains who were once good but choose a life a crime and further their power with catastrophes or mental problems. It all narrows down to the fact of who are those who lead a good life but tend to have a little bit of evil either characteristics or actions in their life.

Do you consider a graffiti writer to be those kind of people. Majority of them have a decent living in the morning, working and paying bills, might even help a lady cross the street. But once the clock strikes twelve and they gallivant the streets looking for property to vandalize, is this their evil side at play? Can we judge them as being a evil person? Or how about rappers? Are they consider to have the syndrome of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde for some of these rappers have children and live an ordinary life. But use their words and their outlet of music to sell such things as violence, drug selling or consuming, some to the further extent of glorifying the degrading of women. Would they be considered a Mr. Hyde? 

You might say to yourself, "Not everyone is a rapper or a graffiti writer!" And your RIGHT! But how about when you proceed yourself to be another person in front of a group of people or just in a different environment? Then the cards change. Because whether or not we don't all do the actions we would do with our friends in front of our parents or higher authority figure and we won't do things we do for our parents in front of out friends. It might not be bad deeds and it surely might not be good ones, but where is the line where you change? Some might say i am the same way around my parents i am around my friends and that i keep it real. If so do you use prophanity in the same context with your parents as with your friends? Or just when your in angry? Would you drink in front of an older crowd? And if so would you get intoxicated like the way you get with your friends or other crowd?



It all boils down to respect. But i also think it has to do with something of an up bring and that side of your brain that says...



Go ahead you deserve a break. You haven't had one of those in months. You'll start new on Monday. It's ok they'll understand. Nobody can stop you. Don't worry about it; you'll be able to fix it later. It feels so good! Maybe you shouldn't but fuck it! 



Words that is too familiar. It’s the part of you that knows its wrong but numbs the right to give you a sense of confidence and high. We sometimes get engulfed in these feelings or words in our head that we further forget of how our heart or gut feels. We then totally embodied the Mr. Hyde within ourselves. It can be from anything of breaking a diet to doing drugs. From shopping to cheating on the ones we love. At the end of the day we are only cheating ourselves it’s just the mishaps that it leaks out to the people that are around us.