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I didn’t want to end Friday on a bitter race relations blog. I actually wrote that earlier this week, but forgot to post it. So let me just speak about Obama’s speech last night. Wow. That’s all I can say. The thing I like so much about him is he didn’t compromise who he was nor his roots. He is definitely a brotha, and doesn’t have to pretend to talk or be like someone he is not. I have the utmost respect for that.

Last night I made all my sons stay up to watch it. Well, I attempted anyways (3 fell asleep). I was trying to explain to my oldest the significance of what was going on, but he still really didn’t get it. I started to think about how powerful that was for my household (being we have all boys). How much weight they have against them from the jump being black men, and how there is always a cap. How we never dream too big because we have never seen it materialize in anyone who looks like us. I started to think about if BO becomes president, how it would affect the mindset of our youth as he would be like a father figure for a LOT of kids from single family homes. What better role model is the President of the United States?

I thought about how this society is, and how growing up in inner city schools the classroom walls were consumed with photos and facts about MLK and Rosa Parks and Frederick Douglass. How they did this so we could understand we have to fight harder for things we want. It was basically our entrance to the real world as they tried to expose us to what we would be dealing with. Thought about how that would influence kids having Barack on that wall. Truth of the matter is we all want better education for our kids, so we put them in private schools, or in some cases the suburban schools (speaking from experience of my son’s school now). Problem with that is the education is leaps and bounds better, but there is no one to teach them of their culture. Minorities don’t get to learn or be exposed to their past, or their peoples contributions to this country. But if Barack were president, it would rip the fabric of some of these deep race issues we have as a country. I am not saying racism won’t cease (come on now), but what I am saying is that is something big for white people to say, “Hey, I don’t mind this brotha leading our country!” That is deep. Do you feel where I am going? It is still not the same as having a full on culture lesson, but I am looking at the larger scale and overall influence this man would have to our youth.

So I thought about all this stuff last night and became a tad bit emotional and felt my eyes about to well up. This man is so articulate, and his wife is just a beautiful spirit!! I love looking at their family, and this truly was a historic moment. I used to think that there was no way in the world a black man could become president, but I think America is just tired, and hurting…and I truly believe McCain has a closer race than he thinks. The entire speech I was joking with the mrs that McCain’s speech writer kept scribbling on paper, then just tearing it up and starting over because Barack was coming at them. I was loving it. Hillary didn’t do anything but make that brotha stronger taking him off track from the issues, but toe to toe, Barack is going to destroy McCain in debates.

I posed this question to some of my friends today. If he were to get the presidency, would you shed a tear? In my case (as you can see above) YES I would. I would cry for my grandparents who faced all types of racism growing up in the south. I’d cry for my mom who grew up as a little cashier girl that had to deal with people spitting in her hand when she tried to take their money. For so many generations our people have fought, so for those still alive to see this, I couldn’t remotely imagine how they must be feeling right now.

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* The NY Times has trans scripts in case you missed it (click here).

Let me start by saying I am not trying to offend anyone, but honestly if I do who cares. I love dogs, I really do. How I don’t currently own one, I have loved them growing up, had one myself, and gravitate to them when people have them around me. I understand emotional attachment, and how they become a part of your family. HOWEVER, I still have a problem with people placing animals and humans on the same level. A human life is more precious to me than a dog, I am sorry.

What sparked this was flipping through the stations this weekend. I saw some show coming out on National Geographic or something talking about what happened to Mike Vick’s dogs after the hearing. It is almost sickening to me how much attention got dedicated to this, and I am not trying to have yet ANOTHER argument about it. But when it all boils down to it, people from our community know that race played a part in that as well. We can try to sugar coat it as much as we want, but truth of the matter is you can’t afford to make any mistakes as a black man or you are done.

Now Brittany Spears on the other hand can show her ol nasty cookie getting out the car, go in and out of rehab numerous times, shave her head and act completely inappropriate, and even go against the judges orders, but still get her kids and society still forgives her. This is the same broad driving her car with a baby behind the wheel endangering a child, and we spend more time talking about Vick and some freaken crazy, vicious dogs. Come on now. She has another photo of her driving on the highway with her convertible and the car seat is facing the wrong way. So her constantly putting the kid at risk is ok, huh? This heifer still gets appearances, puts out albums, has commercials, and is even about to host gigs. She can just screw her life completely up and get chance after chance, but when we screw up??

Take a second and google Vick and see how ignorant people are. This is a man’s life, and everyone is a photoshop guru now. Half that crap is nowhere near funny. And while we are there let me pause for a second. I can’t locate the photo, but when this first came out I ran across these people who had their kids wearing these vick t-shirts. I can’t remember what all was on there, but something corny and ignorant. I want to just pause and say all those people having their kid wearing derogatory Vick shirts NEED A LIFE. Straight up. I am sure if we pulled the dirt out your closet, we couldn’t even put it on a t-shirt for fear you’d lose your job, marriage, get banned from the church and possibly be locked up yourself. Yes, he made a mistake, but why can’t society forgive him like they constantly keep forgiving little Mickey Mouse Club girl? Google – Brittany Spears out of car – and see what you come up with. Wasn’t she a role model too? Why isn’t she locked up?

I don’t have anything against BS. I don’t know her personally, or anything about her. She may be a sweet person down inside. Who’s to say? I am not trying to make this a bash against her. I am just bringing up a point that we (as a society) have a long way to go still. This is just pathetic. I don’t even know what else to say or how to end this blog.

I was born/raised in what we dub – tha city. Coming from that environment, you grow up around one million cats who have big dreams and don’t follow through on them. Everyone talks about what they are going to do, but never follow through on anything. I understand circumstances sometimes dictate how people react to certain situations. I know sometimes life throws things our way and we just toss our hands up and just say forget it. But like I told my wife, no matter how bad things seem, I just can’t quit because I wasn’t created to quit. I wasn’t created to be stagnate. We have a living, moving God…we weren’t made to be dormant and complacent.

I was praying this weekend about direction in a particular area, and started thinking about all the people who talk about their aspirations, and never follow through because they get tired of fighting (myself included). I picked up my Bible, and just happened to stumble upon this passage…

Proverbs 14:23 (NIV)
All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty.

Proverbs 14:23 (AMP)
In all labor there is profit, but idle talk leads only to poverty.

Of course you have to read it in context with the rest of the passage, but just taken literally it has such significance. I like the amplified version because it states “idle” talk. The definition of idle is habitually doing nothing or of no real worth, importance, or significance. I read somewhere that a habit, whether good or bad, can be broken or created in 3 weeks. Rereading this passage, I now understand that it goes beyond just talking; we have created an environment where we trained ourselves to live in self-pity and feel as if we have no worth. The thing is we just need revelation like the prodigal son. Many of you know the story (Luke 15:11-32), but my favorite part was when he received revelation. The Word said he came to himself. He basically realized who his father was, and that he didn’t have to continue living the way he was.

So science tells us the time frame for breaking/developing a habit, and the word teaches us how to form a relationship (thus putting us in position to receive revelation). Now we just have to be honest with ourselves and address our own issues. I personally think the most critical component is time. I thought about this seminar I went to years back when this guy stated the difference between wealthy people and people of a lower financial class is merely how they choose to spend their time. He went on to talk about how he doesn’t waste time watching television, and how he chooses to read the newspaper instead. Spoke of numerous things he did to stimulate his mind and maximize his time.

Time is so crucial (I cannot stress that enough). It is one of those things in life we can’t get back. How we choose to use it is so important. So while we sit here complaining about our situation, and why we can’t achieve the goals we set forth, first we must analyze how we spend our time. I have a challenge for you. Document one of your days in 30 minute increments. Do it on a spreadsheet, or even a piece of paper. Now analyze how you spend your time over a 24hr period of time. We always say we don’t have the time, but when we look at it analytically, are we honestly spending every minute wisely?

I am tired of people who talk…I am ready to be around people who do. I understand times are hard and it seems like there is no way to make our goals come to fruition (possession of), but if we stop being disobedient to what the Word says, then we will fall under the blessing and receive favor. Favor goes such a long way. It could put funding behind your vision. It could place the right person in your path with the right connection.

I have had an increase in visitors to this blog, and like I told my boy Juggernaut, my goal is to challenge my brothas to speak of His goodness and try to use this platform to encourage folks. So I have this challenge for you. I want to challenge you to prove God is real, and prayer works. My challenge to you is to give God something to breathe on. I think it is safe to say that we all have aspirations, dreams and goals. If God gave you a vision, I challenge you to take a step of faith this week. Whether that be registering a business name, writing out a business plan, doing additional research, making calls, taking steps to get into a home, taking steps to complete school or additional education, whatever it may be…do something to call your faith into action. The Bible tells us to write our vision (Hab 2:2), but we also know that faith without works is dead. Which means you can’t just sit on your hands (idle) and think an opportunity will just fall into your lap.

God’s word cannot come back void. Once He says it, it was, is and will be. What I am asking that you activate your faith regarding your vision, and if it is of God, I come into agreement with you that something manifest this week. When it does, all I ask you to do is to come back and leave a brief praise report. If it takes longer than a week, these blogs are archived so search for it, and still post something. Don’t let the adversary silence you! Let’s take advantage of the authority we have in the spiritual realm, and produce something tangible to show someone who may be straying the fence that it is beneficial to follow God.

Do you accept this challenge?

I don’t have much to blog about today since I have these kids bdays. Was going to see The Long Shot, but kids want to see that Star Wars Clone Wars cartoon. Go figure.

The subject of this blog came from an email I was on the list of. That is one of my pet peeves…family members putting me on these lists where it says “I lost my child send this to 44 people so Bill Gates can find her” or the million other e-mail hoaxes out there. I just so happen to open this one (which was a joke), and I found it pretty amusing. I will leave you with this thought for the weekend that came from that same email…

- Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level, then beat you with experience!

Ok, I said I would revisit this race thing one day, and I was challenged by my buddy Will. This one hits a little close to home, and I am sure that there will be some upset people at me either (a) putting our biz out there or (b) for the topic I am about to bring up in general. I know this is a REAL sensitive subject with deep rooted emotional ties, so I just ask that if you chose to disagree, please reread what I say again and try to look at things from a different angle than your own. I welcome responses from all perspectives.

The topic I want to address today is what I refer to as verbal genocide. It is about racism within our race, and how we treat each other different (tear each other down) based on skin color. This topic really saddens my heart because I look at these young girls, and how they go about seeking attention, and the weight they have on themselves to look a certain way to fit into society. I look at the ignorance of my younger brothers, and what they deem beautiful and how they alienate girls that don’t fit that criteria.

A buddy of mine wrote a blog about color issues within our race a week ago. He talked about how they used to tease their sibling who was lighter than them growing up. I told him how I started to write this blog about color issues within our race. Then the more I thought about it, I was not ready for the rebuttals and attitudes that go along with some peoples views (based off their experiences). It is a sensitive subject, and no matter how I word this I am sure someone will take it out of context and run with it. He challenged me to go forward, so I am doing so.

I am not ignorant to believe some lighter skinned people have a superiority complex and think they are better than others. But heck, there are people like that ALL shades and all races so that is foolish to generalize and say all light skinned people are that way. I understand what our people has went through and continue to go through, but what I am talking about is how we deal with our current situation. Historically, our people with darker skin tone have been harsher on our people with a lighter skin tone. A light skinned girl walks into the room, and immediately gets stares and dirty looks from darker skinned girls who “assume” that she is stuck up (or more importantly a threat) without knowing anything about the girl. I have seen this first hand with females in my family who haven’t opened their mouth to say a word, and are the sweetest people you will ever meet, but still get filthy looks.

Now let me say that I understand the history of our people. I understand the mistreatment, paper bag tests, field vs house, and all the emotional effects that trickled down as a result. I understand these feelings still exist. I understand young black girls have severe issues because they crave the attention of men, and have meet up to whatever standard society sets at the moment. I also understand that historically, darker skinned females I feel have been mistreated. However, that is also a two way street. I think sometimes we tend to think if you are light skinned, you have a cakewalk through life and everything is easier. Basically what I am saying is we are verbally (and physically) tearing one another down because of insecurity issues, and at some point we have to take some accountability and stop feeding this into the next generation of children. Sad thing is some of us do it subconsciously and don’t even realize it. I know some dudes who are brown skinned, and say they don’t like darker skinned girls and give them nicknames. I think in some of those cases, there are some deeper issues. Maybe an ex hurt them, played them, issues with their mom. I don’t condone that, and think it is ignorant as well, so it goes both ways. Actually my dude’s blog was about some rapper talking about he doesn’t like ‘dark butts’ or something of the sort. It is people like him that perpetuate this hate within our own race. I understand different people are attracted to different things, but that doesn’t give you the right to put down others just because they don’t suit your tastes. I ran across this flier for this birthday party from a guy who was a party promoter in Detroit. Is this not some foolishness? Article I read went on to say that said that he had plans for “Sexy Chocolate” and “Sexy Caramel” parties too, but that is besides the point. This is what I am talking about…perpetuating ignorance. I guess the party was canceled after protests and lawsuits, but my question is why did he think this was a good idea in the first place?

Before I go any further, let me just speak about myself for a second. I was born/raised in Ohio. In my town (neighborhood, schools), we all struggled to get by. I guess where we grew up you could call ‘hood’ or ‘ghetto’. I used to get teased from time to time because of my curly hair. I have had people say I have ‘good’ hair…which always urked me because how do you define good? In any case, I am not above criticism, and I still get called Mexicans by some of my dudes, and it is all good (cause they all fat zebra cake eating buffalo’s anyways). Naw real talk though, we have mad love and respect for each other, and that is just how we are when we are being silly. All this to say as much as we cracked on each other growing up, I had never ever ever in my life had anyone call me ‘light skinned’ until I went to Ohio State. It was then I started to realize just how serious this color complex is. I was taken back because in my mind, I had this color wheel in my head (follow my ignorant train of thought here). In my head, light skinned was like Christopher “Kid” Reid (off Kid-N-Play), or maybe Tisha Campbell…and dark skinned was Morris Chesnut or Flavor Flav. Everything else fell in the middle as brown skinned. And heck, even then I still didn’t look at any shade as being better than the other because I have seen beautiful men/women of ALL shades. I fall right in the middle (in my eyes), so I was taken back by being called ‘yellow’ or ‘lightskinned.’

Now that I am a tad bit older, I sit back and watch as my children grow and start to deal with these race issues. Now I am down south, this color thing is serious. I mean literally, when I came here darker skinned women would not look in my direction. It was almost if all the lighter dudes down this way are conceited or something. Anyone who knows me knows I speak to everyone (from presidents to janitors) because I truly believe no man is greater than another just because of position. Therefore, I make it a habit to speak to everybody. Crazy how shocked people looked with me being friendly. I ended up chatting with this woman down here (co-worker), and she told me I was just nice, and she wasn’t expecting that when she first met me because most light skinned dudes be on some stuff. Crazier thing is some of the dudes down here are pretty simple too.

It is like the School Daze Syndrome. Do you remember that song they sung in the flick? Black is beautiful….only if you’re light-skinned?

Jigaboos: Don’t you know my hair is so strong, It can break the teeth out of a comb, I don’t have to put it up at night, What you have to keep up at night, What you have to keep out of sight

Wannabees: Your hair ain’t no longer than (finger snap), So you’ll never fling it all back, And you ‘friad to walk in the rain, Oh what a shame who’s to blame

Jigs: Don’t you ever worry ‘bout that, ‘cause I don’t mind being BLACK, go on with your mixed-up head, I ain’t gonna never be ‘fraid

Wannabees: Well you got nappy hair

Jigs: Nappy is all right with me

Wannabees: My hair is straight you see

Jigs: But your soul’s crooked as can be.

Spike Lee is weird little piss ant, but he was on to something with that flick. It is like we get mad at Imus for saying what he did, but then we turn around and act the same way within our own race. Just look at how females interact with one another. Like the story I said about females in my family, and the stares from other women and mean looks. These women act like somebody trying to take their man (and in half the cases a man doesn’t even exist). These are type of women who make comments like, “She thinks she is all of that.” My question to you is have you ever put yourself in that other woman’s shoes? Maybe that person doesn’t think that way at all, and it is just you who has self-esteem issues. Maybe that person is shy and has low self-esteem themselves? There are so many variables when you judge someone off how they look without getting to know them. But just think about that behavior for a second. By constantly saying it to a light-skinned person over and over for years, a complex could emerge. That person could be tired of being treated foul, and just snap and say whatever – if you think I am stank, then hell I am. If you constantly tell somebody they are tall, and every time you see them you say they are tall, then eventually they will believe they are tall. Do you feel what I am saying? Maybe your behavior that you are projecting is the reason you are receiving it back?

My wife said something interesting to me. She said she finds the term redbone offensive. I never really thought about it in that light before, but she said it is never said with positive connotations. Either a woman is saying is scornfully about another, or a guy is saying it with ill intentions (in a sexual manner). When you think about it, men rarely use the term ‘redbone’ unless they are talking about something they want to hit. Sorry for being blunt, but it is the truth. I went to my bookshelf in my office and looked up the definition. The dictionary describes ‘redbone’ as an American hound. Wow. Urbandictionary.com describes it as, “mainly a pretty female who is black and usually mixed with another race, hence she is light skinned, light eyes, good hair, thick etc. ” What kind of nonsense is that?

Don’t get me wrong. I am not oblivious, and I understand that in many cases, the darker your skin, the harder it is for you in society. That is just a given because of the ignorance of other races. But what I am saying is sometimes people who have a darker complexion feel this gives them the right to say whatever they want to say. Sorta like how old people just say whatever is on their mind and people are supposed to sit there and just take it. I am not trying to generalize all, but there are a good number of darker skinned people who seem to believe that just because you have a lighter skin color you have it easier in life. That is foolish and ignorant, I am sorry. Believe it or not, men/women who are lighter skinned STILL get discriminated, but what is worse is they get it from their own people as well!

Look at it this way. If a guy says that he prefers lighter skinned women, then he gets backlash from our community. We tell him he has a color complex, he doesn’t love his people, sell out, this that and the other. BUT…if it were reversed and this same guy says he only prefers darker skinned females, then we don’t say anything at all. Why is that? Isn’t black still black no matter what shade it is? I am not condoning the shunning of someone, but what I am saying is we have more energy dedicated towards tearing each other apart and causing division than we do coming together, pooling our resources, and making something happen. I love my people no matter what shade they are. I never have discriminated upon my own, nor judged them. Color means nothing to me because 1) I wasn’t raised like that, and 2) black is all around beautiful to me. We are one of the most intelligent, attractive, athletic, creative races that this world has ever known. I feel Rodney. Why can’t we all just get along? A lot of our issues are real deep, but some of them are just plain out simple.

I don’t know. Maybe someone can articulate this issue better than me, but I am interested in hearing your thoughts. If you haven’t seen this before, check it out. It is called A GIRL LIKE ME.

I was joking with my friend this AM, and we were talking about the weekend, and reflecting on other things. I issued him and my boy Will a challenge. I have been receiving great feedback from the blog, and I appreciate your kind words, but I have to admit I haven’t been as responsible as I should have been. I am still going to be a nut, but like I told my boy d937, sometimes we have to approach things like Spiderman…with great power comes great responsibility (lol). Seriously, I am a brotha that loves the Lord, and I want to make sure that I speak on this Word more often. Thinking about possibly starting a “Monday Meditation” where I just reflect on the past week, and current challenges. Or basically just spew whatever is in my heart at the time.

That being said, I want to briefly talk about the heart today (I spoke about it in a previous blog). This weekend my wife and I were speaking about issues from both our hometowns, and talking about generational spirits on families (ours included). We discussed this one in particular where the women are promiscuous (sleeping with married men, having babies by brothers, etc.). Of course we aren’t naive to think these issues didn’t come about out the blue. My wife has a youth ministry geared towards young women, so we know there are various factors (rape, incest, molestation) that lead people to certain lifestyles. You never know what happened in someone’s life to make them that way. On the same token, I am sure you know some people who just have absolute dark hearts. People that are just purely bitter and evil. For some of us it may even be siblings or close relatives.

To most people, it is easy to identify those with corrupt hearts right off the bat. But what about those people who hide it? What do you do then? What happens when you are dating, and then later on find out that person is crazy as hell? There have been so many instances where a male or female makes comments like, “I had no idea they were like that” when a relationship goes sour, but I truly believe once you start to discover the Word for yourself, you begin to develop a discernible spirit. You can see things on people, and discern their true intent. You can see what is truly in someones heart even if they don’t reveal it initially. If we start doing what the Word says, versus what feels good to us at the time, then we would be able to discern people that are crazy, or have dark hearts. The Word is like a password cracker. It allows you to take a glimpse in no matter how complicated the initial encryption is.

Anyone who knows me knows I am artistic. I view the world in metaphors. Lately, Texas has had this incredible heat wave. Just yesterday it was over 108 degrees, and DOWN to 103 by 10pm. Chemically, heat can affect the smell of items (e.g. perfume, body odor). I think the same happens to people. When the heat is on them, the sediment in their heart comes to the surface, and they speak what is truly inside. Everything dormant usually comes up out of someone when they are put into a pressure situation. I have heard friend say some things that would blow your mind in a fit of rage, and it just makes you sit back and reanalyze your relationship with them. Luke 6:45 says, “…for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart” It goes back to my point about a discernible spirit. I think a lot of times we see things, but truly don’t want to accept them (for various reasons). I was watching this movie about this football coach, and he was trying to teach his football players about character. He made a profound statement when he told his team, “Your attitude is the aroma of your heart.”

I think that is a very powerful statement. Psychology says attitudes derive from judgments, and happen as a result of observational learning in a person’s environment. They also teach that attitude is changed by persuasion. I think often we find ourselves in relationships we know we shouldn’t be in, but we are persuaded to stay for one reason or another. For the women out there in bad relationships, how that man treats you, his attitude towards you, is a reflection of just where his heart is. If he was a jerk, selfish, annoying and verbally abusive towards you before you got married, believe me marrying this man will not make pixy dust sprinkle from the ceiling and him miraculously change. His heart will still be the same. People act like saying “I do” is like walking through a magical fountain which will erase all their previous problems. Married life is not a Disney story. For the men out there who have women who don’t encourage and always try to tear you down and make you to be something God didn’t call you to be, her attitude shows you where her heart is. If you know in your spirit something is not right with this girl, don’t force something to be which you don’t feel in your heart. Don’t get to a point where your personal desires (e.g. a family unit, her affection) outweigh basic common sense and you feel she is the “best option” for you at the time. You are going to do nothing but cause more drama later on down the road, versus just reading the signs now that your spirits don’t agree with one another and parting ways.

My challenge to you is to analyze your attitude. What is truly in your heart? What is the source of anger, or bitterness? What is the cause of your frustration or worry? What happened to your heart that makes you stay in bad relationships? What happened that made you jealous of your siblings/family members and turned you into a negative destructive force? Who has hurt you, and scarred that delicate muscle that God intended us to love with? I just want to end this with some food for thought. Proverbs 23:7 states – For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he. I know a lot of people who have stone hearts are unhappy with their lives for one reason or another. I am not discounting what storms you have been through (in the past) by any means, but could it possibly be that the anger in your heart (currently) is directing the path of your life?

My dude convinced me to write something today. I guess just as exercising strengthens your muscles, if I am to call myself a writer I should practice. Most of the time I just use this blog for therapy because I feel I have serious issues…lol.

I haven’t been getting much sleep lately because of work and other obligations. Last week I had to go to the store so I took 2 of my boys with me. Picked up some cheap sunglasses for coaching; or should I say I let my oldest son pick them out for me. Two days pass and my 4yr (who went with us and apparently overheard) came into the office with his little sunglasses, and said, “Daddy, I am going to wear these sunglasses so I can be a coach like you, and come to football practice.” Sometimes he says the cutest things. Just yesterday we were eating dinner, and my 1yr old grunted at me to get my attention. I look up and he has his arm extended, fist clinched. So I just look at him, and he grunts again (since he had a mouthful of food). I realize what he is doing, so give him dap…then he smiles. Apparently his brothers just taught him this. Little kids are comedy.

Aside from my kids, I really have no topic for today. Don’t really feel like diving into race issues right now, don’t feel like talking about football, and I am sleepy and ready to leave work. I could talk about my friend Will Wimpy (aka I’ll gladly pay you tomorrow for a hamburger today). Let me tell you about this cupcake bandit. He from the city, and is real chill. Brotha educated (master’s), and street smart. So I am rappin with my dude in VA last night about 4am, and the conversation went a little something like this…

Me: “You know Will talked about joining our ff league, but when he tried to sign up, all of a sudden it was so difficult an he had problems. Like he just couldn’t figure it out.”

VA: “He hate to lose.”

Me: “Now let that be a vending machine, dude would have all the answers.”

VA: “Say he can figure out the most technical microwave, huh?”

Me: “He can program the hell out the joker. Only brotha I know who knows how to cook chicken in the microwave…fried.”

Sure W. Hunting will respond to this one. lol. Watch the Mexican jokes come flying my way. That’s just how we rag on each other. Will my dude though, but he has tendencies. He like a gentle giant (circumference wise), or like a nice thug. You know like how the Hamburglar used to steal, but you still liked him cause those cookies were so dag on good. He just a likable dude. He good peoples, and has a good (cholesterol filled) heart. One of the few dudes I really will consider like my brotha…from another mutha. The brother who would eat the last ho ho, ding dong, or any snack reserved for the entire household.