Sorry I Left You

Hey I'm back yall. I had to take some time off of this because things were going on over this way that required me to be offline for a good amount of time. I'm back now, so once again I am putting on the new shit to get off my chest. In the CD player right now is Jay-Z Public Service Announcement. This is my theme music in the morning, every hero should have some. I want to shout out someone early, "You are so cold when it comes to matters of the heart, one day you're going to wake up and see that what happened to you can and will happen again, only this time, I won't be there to make you sure of your feelings. I find it very funny that after you sent me that email, you pull a David Blaine and disappear all over again, for the record though, I'm not sweating it, or you. I was right to be skeptical, and I was wrong for thinking that we could actually be cool again on some friends shit. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was really good with you. If comes a time where I should feel otherwise, or what I'm saying is wrong to you, hey, you know where I stay, you know where I work, and you know my number, if it was that important, things like this should be done face to face. Considering I know you too well to NOT go that route with me, then I have to stoop to your level and there you have it. I won't be holding my breath for a comment."

Now that's done, Coral and I talked over the weekend, she wants us to meet up again. I hope not here in Springfield, because there ain't shit to do here. I will say this, she isn't caught up in the whole MTV thing, which is why she is more than cool with me. I guess you can say she is ghetto fab as well. I mentioned to her about this blog thing and she checked it the same day, now she wants to know who Mickey is, don't worry C, I'll fill you in personally. I don't want to put something we should talk about in person on screen.

Oh boy, don't I have to update yall to this chicken at work. Man o man is she trying to get at the kid. I was going to see if I had the day off at work (I work on a on-call basis at my 2nd job). She saw me pull in, and parked her car so I couldn't get out without saying something. So I stepped out and the conversation went something like this:
"So did you accept my offer? I was looking for you yesterday, and they said you were off."
"I thought about it, and I can't do it, I will be doing third shift at my other job now, so I can't, sorry"
"Well you are still more than welcome to come over and chill if you like, it's not like I don't cook or anything"
"True, but what about the kids? I don't want them to think...."
"Think what? You aren't going to even see them, they will be with their grandmother"
"And? I understand that we cool and all, but don't you think that I'm just a little young in age to be messing around with ya? No disrespect you know, but I'm saying, you and my moms is like neck and neck feel me?"
"What's that got to do with anything? You be surprised what you can learn from a woman like me...."
"I'm sure, but when you say that, you already underestimated me because of MY age, makes me wonder what you can learn from me. Besides, what makes you want to check with me in the first place? All these cats up in here, and out of all of them you check for me...that's odd, considering everyone knows me up in here. So what's up?"
"You want me to be honest? OK then, you know T. Ann? (I can only use half of the name because I haven't spoke to this girl since she went back to Jamaica) She told me about yall's night on New Years Eve, she told me all the freaky shit you did and how you kept her ass home for a week to recover. She is like my best friend, and you know how we talk, when I saw you, I knew for a fact she wasn't lying about shit, so I had to step to you."
"And for that reason you want to get it poppin"
"Fo real tho, and on top of that you look too good to be single, no kids, two jobs? Last of a dying breed, why not get it poppin?"
"True, but I do have other options I am considering"
"Like what? Ain't no little girl gonna be able to get wit this (shows me the curves and gives swift peek of the thong-typical chicken move). You should know that. And look (pierced tongue) what can she give you that I can't?"
"Everything but babysitting time sweetheart, but I do have to roll out of here, I would like to light my el, and I am on job property so I need you to move."
"Don't be scurred, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Maybe"
"At least you ain't say no, I'll holla cutie"
"beep beep"
Notice when she showed the tongue I had to roll out, only because you never know how many dicks she done swallowed in her lifetime, sorry but I don't need to be the notch on anyones belt. This chicken just earned her merit badge for persistance, only thing is though, she gets demerits for not getting the prize. T. Ann? Well this happened years ago, and from what she said, you can only use your imagination to figure out how it went down. But damn T? Why tell her? Isn't it our job as men to tell our friends? (At least that's what yall women say about us) then again I did see Love Jones, and to be honest, yall pretty much do it too, just as bad. Hell and if the night was bad, God help us when we try to call again. (Why am I saying we? I never had that problem and I ain't knocking on shit).

Before I go here is some noyz that's been going on in my head

this is the first noyz without going through editing, hey editor: your fired...fuck Motown, you mean the best you could do for Ray Charles was Willie Nelson?...hey Ohio, fuck your sniper, we have one too...no matter which way you look at it, Manolo boots had one summer, one song and one year, keep it that way...until I see another black person with an oscar, I agree with the way Jadakiss feels...stop sleeping on Floetry...I am still against the Source magazine...the Patriots will win another Super Bowl this year...anyone get the new Ghostface yet?...if you're Stevie Wonder, you are probobly saying if I die, please let it be after Bush...if Krush Groove 2 came out could hip hop be saved...something about this doesn't feel right...shout out Coney Island...413...413...413...413...413

Much love to: The 5 Elements, *K, Coral, Coffey, Vezzie(when am I coming back to radio? Whenever you're ready kid.), A-Clipse, Ash- hey I gotta get at you about something serious (job related feel me?), The Firm, Vickers (wherever you are dog, I ain't forget about you), RL, Kee Kee for the interview down south - I told you I would hook you up, and my man Big Will for giving me the go ahead to do this 3 on 3 for my church. One Love

The Champ