when life got dope again

One day last week, I came home from work to a chunky letter envelope in the mail. Like most black folks, I only like my mail bulky when UPS is dropping it off LOL. It turns out that the vendor of some dysfunctional product that I purchased YEARS ago were taken to court by somebody [that iddunno] and some million dollar lawsuit was filed. These somebodies that I don't know, won the lawsuit. And, I guess my name was on some kinda consumer record because dude... I got a hundred some-odd dollar check in mail. This us just one of the many kinds of little things that are making my life, like, OD right now. Now that I'm not on top of it or anything, but the world on this side of the Mason-Dixon Line is showing me hella love right now. 

[t h e  j o b] 

I been in Philly for just over a month, now. It might be too early to call it, but this whole dirty/rusty Philly lifestyle that I'm living right now -- is actually 'A' okay so far. The job's showing me love. There are things/techniques that come naturally I've never worked with people so willing to help me EVER in life. I lucked up like hell. Very seldom does someone's job description actually match what their resume's objective is (and I don't mean the objective you concocted up before applying applying for the job). Any and everything, city owned, that gets built on what is considered Northeast Philly -- goes through me. Yeah, I be feelin like a KING round here (lol). And apparently not only work for the city, but I'm actually employed by the Commonwealth (State) of Pennsylvania. Irony in the that = both my parents are employed by the state of New Jersey. Guess it's in the blood...

[p h i l l y] 

Philly is just Philly. Rusty and dusty as hell still, yet with more to offer than most realize. Of the five or so weeks that I've been here, I've been gone for four of them. So, I can't say much. I still have a whole lot on the to-do list but my homies here are looking out for me as I take care of that. Thank God for them fools. I'm close enough to Jersey to get back with ease, but far enough to miss it. Depending on if I hop a train or drive, I'm back in Essex County within two hours. That whole train thing is awesome for situations like this past weekend, when I got to wasted on a Sunday night to make the train back to Philly (I just got up at the asscrack of dawn, caught the first thing smoking, slept so more on the train -- and made it to work by 9AM).

"How was your weekend?" asked my director.

"It JUST ended." I replied. 

[l o v i n g] (insert your flyest pic below hun)

Single life... it's cool. What's cool about it is that for the first time ever -- I [the king of ugly break-ups] have no ex-girlfriend drama. At the same time, these ace-boom-coon homies of mine have also recently broken up with their long-time girlfriends as well; and let's just say these niggas are trying to declare 'war' on ex-girlfriends. Hopefully I don't get wrapped up into their fiascos, but I know I involuntarily will though (always do). Nonetheless, I'm learning how to be by myself. Funny... not that I discriminate or ever did, but light-skin seems to be in [for me at least] lately. I'm definitely diggin a particular mellow yellow cutie right now. She reminds me of Tweety Bird, and I'm almost certain that she's diggin me too. Nevertheless, I'm chillin and not rushing toward commitments with ANYONE. Not til I figure myself out... nuff said.

[f a m i l y]

In the year before I moved down south, my dad and I had major issues and I [unfortunately] told him that I was moving far to ESPECIALLY get away from him. Five years later, he and I have probably gotten to be closer than we probably have EVER been in my lifetime. Everyday, I get a call at work from Big Jessie just to say "what up" -- and I always hang up with a smile. In the same token, after months of not talkin to my Grandma -- I sucked it up and called her on Mother's Day. Words were exchanged, things were cleared up, beef was squashed and we'll never let the madness happen again. Life's too short to be cutting off for dumb shit.

...and my family has grown. I have a new son in-law, Rusty the PitBull. Apparently this little harlot terrier mutt of mine has a thing for round-the-way DMX video-dog types. 








I don't even think summer has officially started yet, but so far this season has been pretty eventful -- and I got some things on deck that's about to make even more BANANAS than it's been thus far. Shit, I even got a tan already...

So years from now -- when I reflect back on the Spring and Summer of 2010, it'll be because someone asked me -- "So yo, D... when did your life start becoming so dope?"

"life got dope as soon as I got back on my new jerz shit"