The 5 Year Project

I just dumped the Buick in the trash with a pair of Jordan's in the trunk......

.....so much for that retro shit.

Anyway, sorry I left you, then again what the hell am I apoligizing for? I'm just trying to do me yall. I just bought a new car which is a pretty big thing. I took the time out to make something happen for myself and BOOM! I feel satisfied for sure. As far as the rest of my life goes, with this job soon coming to an end and me just trying to stay healthy (now birds are bad for you?) I put my focus on other things I planned on taking care of, or setting off in the near future. What I gotta do now is just get it done, and on the path I'm taking, the sky is the limit. To the cats who've been with me since day 1 you know I got a thing for top 10's. So allow me to give you my top 10 goals for the next 5 years....and away we go.....

The top 10 things I am GOING to get done in the next 5

10. Salary - 45 to 50 thousand - don't ask how, but WILL be done.
9. I'm moving to MD - get ready bitches - that's in 2 years. Maybe one.
8. The book will be done, edited, published, and sold....hopefully not next to the blunts and incense
7. Coaching youth basketball, AND playing, don't matter where I'm at.
6. Maybe, if all goes well I just might work on a screenplay for number 8.

5. Pitching my stories and memories about church and my life to HBO, don't get it fucked up, my first 20 years in that piece is MADE to come on after The Wire.
4. Go back to my roots and start DJing on the side.
3. Bring back the Gumby haircut - nah just playing, start my own business.
2. Secure my future with my woman.
1. Be the fuck happy. dig it?

that's it, and there is no more. I got shit to do yall, and time waits for no man, like the bus on a winter day. The things that I've been doing now, all ties into the next 5, I will be over thirty, still with no kids (like that ladies? - well too bad I'm taken). These are important goals to me because I don't want to be a victim of the Bush era, and like my other half from the School of Hard Knocks says: "You gotta work around that shit" and she's right, and I am.

60 degrees in November??? I told yall, shit is fucking crazy. Come December, I do not want to be here. Unfortunatley I'm stuck in a way, but fuck it. December is MY month, HER month, OUR month. I turn 28, and don't look a day over 20. I wish that I could just turn it back some, then again, nah, I like where I am now. It's real. It's life and whatever comes, comes. I am still dangerous in my own way, but being more calm now, and toasty in the heart, I'm looking towards the future.


.....and with that, I gotta wear shades.

I'm out yall be good
Da Champ