No He Didn't....

"You got to be kidding me...." - Someone's thought at the moment

So you heard it here first. You came and you saw, you read and you thought, hell even listened a few ticks just to catch a glimpse and maybe even pictured who dachamp is.

Well, only few know, and those who paid any attention, I had quite the epiphany. I grew up a bit more. At 30 things get a bit real, fo sho. I learned that in life, you must roll with alot of shit in order to actually have soft grass. (Yeah go head' and figure that one out). I learned that if anything, maybe I wasn't the asshole the whole time. I wasn't 'that' guy. I made this blog courtesy of life's happenings (mine) and the thoughts of some cat that can be openminded in such a closed state of society. I am not a fan, I am certainly not a role model. I am real. Just as real as air but still kill you once pushed against.

Gabcast! M & G #0

Mood Swing...

".....I'm still proud of you...." -K*


I have a major bone bruise on my right knee. I got the results today. I woke up still trying to fall asleep. I showered for almost 20 minutes. Something doesn't feel right, I smell rain. I go outside and see no clouds, the feeling is calm....

for now.

I see a storm coming. Thing is, I don't know where its going to come from. The job has taken a left when it comes to individuals who want to keep their job. We have been on probation for over a year now and from what I understand we are going to be on probation for a good while now. The position I have puts me in the front line of office politics, and tactical bullshit that people do in order to save thier own ass.

Looks like the game done changed.

Now with the roster I have now, I feel like the world has just gotten smaller. On crutches for a couple more weeks and this shit hanging over my head, I'm wondering who's gonna cut the string and let the piano drop. I found myself just sitting here thinking about making moves and finding another job. Something just isn't right. With this addition, I KNOW something ain't right. It's just good to hear K* tell me she's still proud of me after all of this. It helps.

In the meanwhile....

SO much to talk about that I'm not sure on. I feel like I'm on top of the world one minute, and the next I feel like that world disappeared somehow. Yeah, in just one phrase or sentence, someone can take away everything good you were feeling and turn it into a ball of confusion. I look foward to things I'm not sure is there. I feel things that should be shared, but I hold back to avoid rejection. I move foward with good sights in my future. Yet, I'm constantly reminded that it's only my sight and that's it. I'm missing something here, and I don't know what.

Til then...onward and upward.

I'm out, yall be cool.

Take Your Ball and Bounce

"...take away the player, and you can't play ball."- DaChamp



I get a call from my co-worker today who let me know that we have a new female starting on the job. Now, for me, I just picked up a new person last month. She is an old vet to the job and the kids respect her alot. She's die hard and strong as staff. The one thing I didn't really need was another one.

Hey, can't win em all.

I already had to deal with working side by side with someone who I wasn't cool with. Shit I still do. This new person I'm definatley not cool with and it irks the shit out of me that I now have two people who don't have the common sense to stick to the job. My rock is that I'm the leader, the captain of this ship that stays moving even when I'm not there. My hard place is that I have to grin and bear it as much as I can until they fuck up. Even AFTER telling my job the lil' bit of history with them both, I'm still stuck to experiment what they bring to the table. A recipe for disaster, still I maintain.

Anyway, my co-worker tells me that I have a card waiting for me at the job. SOMEbody decided to send me get well wishes along with a little note attached that I guess no one read yet. One of my other co-workers who I went to school with I heard in the background say "It smells like perfume too....PLAYER!!!" I sighed and went and took a shit.

It's only January and already it begins. I told my co-worker to put the card on the bulletin board so it can be seen by everyone. "No, I can't. She wanted me to put it in your cubby hole" (we don't have lockers yet) He said she was serious about it too. What got me, was when he said that she would be in today. At least these crutches are good for something. No sports, I can take that. The way these folks are talking I made it clear to them that if you take away the player, you can't play ball.

Shit I'm not even a player either, I'm an athlete.

There's a big difference. Keep yall posted

I'm out, yall be cool

DaChamp

The Blue Spot

"...sometimes I park in handicapped places, and handicapped people make handicapped faces....I'm an asshole...." -Denis Leary

Say what you will, dammit. I had to hit the mall the other day and I'm not about to go hobbling my ass through 5 rows of cars on crutches and then having to doge the fools who go past me in the mall. Fuck that shit. I pulled up right in the front and opened my door. A blue minivan pulls up with a woman inside. Now she sees me with these crutches and my jeans weren't on some extra baggy, my knee brace was easy to see. She looks at me then she comes around my car looking at shit. Mind you, she had no cane, as a matter of fact she had nothing to symbolize any type of handicap. Yet this placard sits on her dash and she looks at my car and asks me...."Are you supposed to be here?"

I give her this expression like I just shit on myself. I looked at her and said in the most civil tone. "No, but I'm working with a torn ligament in my knee, I hope this isn't your spot." I look at the 15 others (yes I counted) that sat empty. "Well maybe you should get a handicap placard, otherwise I would have to tell someone you are parked there."
"Why would you have to do that?" I asked. "You have a problem with me being here or something?" She noticed my attitude starting to build up. "Well, people pay good money to park here, and you are taking advantage that's just wrong." she says. "Well not to be rude, but people who use their handicapped relatives car and utilize the spot just cause are just as wrong don't you think? You don't look a bit of handicapped." I started to pull my crutches out. "Well my mother---"

"Is not here, and you call me out on something you have no idea what to speak on, feel free to tell whoever, matter of fact I'll tell them for you, shit we can tell them together, see who's story they want to roll with. Either way, I'm not moving for shit."

"You're an asshole" she said.

"Just like a pothead, it takes one to know one."

and like that....I was gone
no ticket.

I'm out yall be cool
DaChamp

Pill-leez

"....the more the merrier, right?" - The Pharmacist

I had my MRI on Friday night. The results I was supposed to have today. Nothing. The doctor looking at my knee said they were going to be there by the end of the night. My appointment is for Thursday.

Go figure.

Before I left, she asks me how the pain is from 1 to 10. Seeing that the fool next to me knocked his car door right into my fucking kneecap right before my appointment today, I was at a good 8. Before I could finish telling my story she writes out a perscription for Percoset AND Vicoden. When I get to the pharmacy, I'm looked at by 3 different people who all check my ID. (Guess the Phat Farm varsity jacket and scully was a little too 'hood' for them) Sitting there felt like I was being examined again. After a good 20 minutes, one of the pharmacists come out and asks me how it happened, after telling her the story, she looked at me and handed me this zip-loc bag full of shit and said "DO NOT take these on the way home, take when you get there, trust me" I looked at the percoset and counted out 30 by 800 milligrams and the vic's at 25 and 800 milligrams also. I looked back at her and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders... "The more the merrier, right?"

Sheeeeit.

I can't call it. The healing process is gonna take some time. In order for my body to know how to heal itself is to do it naturally. I just didn't want to start off 07 like this. Oh well, something told me i should listen to folks when they say I'm getting old.

nah fuck it, i'm getting better dammit.

I'm out yall be cool,

daChamp

Lay em' Down...

"...I got no choice now...." - DaChamp

Whatever doesn't kill you can only make you stronger. Pain is weakness leaving the body. A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

It's the last one I have to keep repeating....

Over the holidays I tore something in my right knee. I wish I could tell you it was playing basketball, but it wasn't. I was playing Volleyball (that's right kids, volleyball). I went up for a kill, and came down a bit awkward. Pain is not the word to use here. What I got going on is fucking ridiculous. I'm sitting here typing this with my keyboard on my lap and taking Shaq's word that the icy/hot sleeve with the hot/cool discs works. Sportscenter is teasing me with the Ultimate Highlight, K* calming me down when I become a bit 'bitchy'.

did I mention they gave me Vicoden for the pain???

Yeah, EVERYBODY is trying to keep me in the house.

I'm still writing though. I spent yesterday trying to get a jump while in the middle of the hood. My battery died and while sitting on my trunk (with crutches mind you) I counted a good 4 police cars slowly go by me and none of them stopped. It's funny how when I'm rolling they have no problem pulling over this blue honda I drive. Help me get outta the hood? Hell no, guess dunkin donuts came out with some new shit.

but basketball?
Sorry but I got no choice now, I'm on my ass. SO, hey no one said I couldn't work out the upper body right? Gotta keep moving. Besides, my time was coming anyway, just wish it wasn't the ol' bump, set, spike, game that did it.

You would think the folks at the job would be supportive? They want to buy my meds at $15 a pill, go figure. Sorry, but you tear your shit and get them the RIGHT way thank you.

For those who don't know, I'm throwing the biggest scavenger hunt in 2007....will keep you posted.

Hey Mist, (pulling pants back up) remind me not to read your post while buzzed, I almost got in trouble with the 'flasher wrasses' fish at the aquarium, they also said no eating popcorn in the exhibit....and since when can't you wear a red lobster bib to the gift shop? What the hell is that?

I'm out, yall be cool. K*, I'm feeling the red boots. Get at me. Yada* how was the new year? T* you think this Patrick guy gonna do something for MA this year or what? Mist* next time you go to the aquarium, bring me, you distract them with the beauty, I'll be harpooning shit.

I'm out, yall be cool.
DaChamp