passing along...

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Check this out if you can not be there in person. strengths in numbers...

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Well… I’m a parent for real now… like for real, for real. G mack diddy icious had his first (and if God is merciful, last) hospital stay last week. It was only one night, but he was sick for the whole week. Go figure it was my week of vacation. My little man is doing much better due to some albuterol and good ole-fashion attention. He is made from that great stuff….

On other fronts, I punched this dude in the face yesterday. I’m not proud but I am surprised. Surprised how much frustration I’m able to store before it explodes into out right physical violence. That is much ado about the events leading up to the punch but lets just say, if I was peanut n ‘em, I would be in my right for punching homeboy in the face. He knew he did me dirty and I expressed numerous times how I wanted to lump his ass up. Now, I have said this many times, I have a violent streak. As hidden and misjudged as it is, it is very alive and well. He asked me if I felt like punching him in his face would make me feel better and of course my natural response was 'yes'. He turned his face towards me and I punched him dead in his grill. I punched him harder than I thought I would...than he thought I would. I even saw him flinched as if to retaliate but he didn’t…. a good thing for both of our sakes… as gully as I think I am, I’m still haven’t recovered from birth to the point I am willing (note: i said willing, not able....BIG ass difference) to fight a 6’3 grown ass man. As for him, if he had hit me, I would’ve damn sure picked up a bat, a table leg or whatever within my reach that would inflict major physical damage. I am not to be fucked with. Am I sorry for punching him in his face? Nah. I do feel sorry for myself for allowing a mere mortal to get me THAT peeved that I would resort to physical violence… I’m not 16 any more, I needn’t have my integrity marginalized by fools who obviously chose, once again, ignore my gangsta.

I have been on the grind for about three months now looking for a new gig. THREE WHOLE MONTHS. I have had one interview…. One. Damn. Interview. I have made the deductions… the obvious conclusion…. something is wrong with my resume. I have edited the resume over and again and to me, it looks mighty fine. But then again, I would believe so because I have been looking at that damn thing for seven years believing so. I have decided to break down and enlist the help of a resume consultant and I’m willing to pay a buck to a buck fifty for the service. If I can purchase a Ipod, which I damn sure didn’t need (and I’m still trying to grasp the hype), I can put up a little less for something that is necessity at this point.