Dear Elderly People

Move to the side and let me through
Step to the rear like Grand Puba is arriving and let the quicker people get on the bus.

I swear these elderly people do not realize the importance of time and speed. Congestion pricing? Sheeeet we need a fast lane on the sidewalks, my nig. I respect like 75% of my elders, but come on


*also if I'm turning and you're crossing the street, please put a pep in your step. I'm not getting the car fucked up because you want to enjoy the sunshine. STEP IT UP! Your slow ass probably lost me a parking spot. This is for everyone.

**also if you and your friend are sitting together on the bus, right? And your friend gets off before you, DON'T FUCKING SIT ON THE OUTSIDE ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SITTING UP FRONT. Don't you practice time management at work? You know you can use that skill in real life, right?

I need a drink...

1L2U,
Prov!?

Affected by the E Gee Oh

After starting a few writing jawns, I noticed I favor first person instead of the typical third. I might have a few reasons why:

-Since I like to observe people (which I've been slacking on lately), I would rather write from that aspect.
-To me, it's way easier than third person. Like seriously do we really care about the other person's background?
-I flirt with the idea of writing a screenplay and ten times out of eleven ain't nobody really caring about the other person's thoughts.
-Mofo, I was a poet/spoken word artists this how we talk haha.

So yeah...that's basically it. Oh and Betsy is now Bekka, sister of an illegal drug dealer in East Harlem. It *might* be sent to 50 Yrs From Now, but we'll get to that when we get to that.

Naimean?
-Prov!?

WTF, yo, WTF?

Why is...
When I'm unsober...
I get the most fucked up news?

Never fucking fails...
Never fucking falls...

Keep my father in your prayers

Betsy*

petite
hispanic
black curly-wavish hair
small closed to the skin nose ring
tongue ring (with a dice as the head)
glasses (almost like bifocals)
smokes Nat Sherman Naturals Mint
carries a .22 in her sidebag along with:
-lipgloss
-maroon lipstick
-a copy of "Don't Worry, Make Money" and this month's "Vibe"
-a small pack of Trojan Lubricated and a small of pack of Trojan Flavored
-a small bottle of KY Warming jelly
BX tat on back of shoulder

Oh...in case you're wondering, this is an idea for a character. Don't ask for what, but one day it might all make sense.

1L2U,
Prov!/

Luv

Damn luv
I messed up my credit because of you, luv
I hated being in love with you, luv
But gotdam if I didn't like being in you, luv
Was that too vulgar, luv?
Was that TMI, luv?
Fuck it, luv, it felt good, like real good
Until it ended, luv
As much as I wanted to get back in
You told me to slow down, luv

Remember when I met your cousin, luv
Thought it was you, luv
Looked real tasty, luv
Oh don't get mad, luv
Led me straight to you, right, luv?

But you know what it was, luv
It was your heart, luv
Bigger than the moon above, luv
Luv, did you love me like I loved you?
Remember when I said I hated you, luv?
I didn't really mean that, luv
But the pain you caused, luv?
Wooooooo, I don't want to go through that again, luv
Yet I kinda do, luv
just to see if I could take it, luv
Thanks to you, I'm stronger, luv

Don't worry, luv
I've stop comparing you to your cousin, luv
Do you want me back, luv?
Cause if you posed that question to me, luv
No hesitation on my part, luv
So, luv, you're ready to try again?

How does it feel?

So...
I'm taking a break
From my former "home"
We've been here before, right?
Job
School
NAACP
Nuyorican

And by even making this blog about it is well...dumb.
It's not that big of a deal
Got bored
Logged off
Lurked after a couple of days
Realized I've been wasting time
and 90% of us (including myself) are boring

So hmmm...get life going or continue to be boring.

Matter of fact, let's have some words from Mr. Neil Tennant of a wonderful group, the Pet Shop Boys

I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
"Dress in white" one said, with quotations
From someone's wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twenties
When you're young you find inspiration
In anyone who's ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: "We were never feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end

When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: "If you're not careful
You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies"
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend

Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You'd be sitting somewhere here with me

'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend

And we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: "Make amends"
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
'Cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored

Word...
1L2U,
Prov!?