Contrary to popular belief:

I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.



7.20.2009

Wild Times At Wal Mart .

On Saturday I went by Chiamakas

after working a damn slave shift at Pizza Hut .

We were going to go out but then it rained . Ughh .

So she decided that she was going to have a little party with her

fam and close friends Sunday . We contemplate ideas for food and music .

So in the morning me and some of her church friends

had to go to wal mart to get food for the partyy .

And my dumb ass decides to drive one of the old people go karts around .

That shit is mad fun :)

Rolling around trying to run over little white kids .

Hahaha .

Here's a videoo :)

So then I run into my nigga Kevin Perez .

And we tell him about the little party and he's like bet .

He's like Wes and Arnell comming with me and I'm like cool .

Then 6 rolls around and were chilling upstairs with music blasting .

Time flies by .

I'm flirting with KP and Richard . Haha .

Then it winds down . It's 11 .

People leave .

It was awesomee .

I walk Wes , Arnell and KP outside .

Then KP hugs me .

Then something awesome happens :))) .

Then I go back inside and scream :)

I pack my bag and Chiamaka's cousin Prince

drops me off at home .

Cool ass weekend joee :D

Bye .