So 22 years ago...

So 22 years ago, I was born at 12:29AM at Saint Michael's Hospital in Newark, NJ. My parents are 20 years old and scared as hell. I'm takin madd long to come out...and in the Labor room are my grandma with rollers in her head and of course, my dad. The doctor is repeating "Mr. Lawrence we're gonna have to ask you again - please move out the way".

Little did know that I would be entering the world that would eventually become the hellhole that we live into today. Back in 1983, we couldnt imagine a place where gas is $3.19 a gallon, a dickead Texan spends 40% of his time as president on vacation, and Bourbon Street is underwater.

Meanwhile - Happy birthday me. I'm smiling right now. I just got done playing back all my 'happy birthday' messages.My grandma fussed me out in voicemail... madd because she called me to say happy birthday and I aint pick up the phone. My fault grandma, I was in class. Between my voicemail and facebook, seems like more ppl wished happy birthday to me this year than they did last year on my 21st. Nevertheless... shit was poppin for the bday just like last year.

ATL for Labor Day weekend will go down in history. I got to see Ensa, my ATL chic. Funny how my bday is today and hers was thursday the first. We epotimize the male and female virgo. Me, Drew, n Ed...(oh yea and Jules) stayed wit her in this banging ass off-campus student housing apartment building. This chic shares a 8th floor, 4-bedroom apartment with one other roomate. This is shit overlooks this hot ass G shaped pool, and a view of Downtown Atlanta. The price they pay for this apartment, is the price that we pay for a Hoboken studio. Jersey is the wrong damn place for broke ppl. My niggas thought they was big shit though... they got to stay in her spared bedrooms. So basically we... well, they... stayed in ATL for 5 days free of room and board. All I know is that we did not wanna come home today. ATL is the place to be for the young black man... fun and opportunity every where. Not one dull or boring moment in a span of 5 days. Sunday was the craziest... niggas didnt let me pay for anything being that I was (or bouta be) my birthday. Last night... Monday... Ensa made me dinner. No girl has ever made me dinner, so it was special. Ladies... see how a southern girl takes care of u? But Shiiittt... lemme not say that too fast because southern girls dont take no shit either. LOL having too much on Friday night got me put out to sleep in the kitchen (long story). Needless to say... me n them niggas had madddddd fun. Truly... what happens in ATL... STAYS in ATL.

So yea... my bday consisted of a dreadful plane ride back home this morning, a nap this afternoon, and a class from 6 to 9 tonight. I'm officially grown mannin it... 22. No more "fun birthdays"... Instead I gotta celebrate on the weekends. It's whatever though. I wish I didn't have to come home today.

I'm exhausted, burn out, and recooperating... but I'm still shinin.