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Home Improvement Random Thoughts

Well, well, well. It has been one hell of a week. Can’t say it was all too bad. The weather seems as though it is going to finally break. Nothing energizes me more than the sun, the sun and good music. So imagine my delight when I am walking around in the city with my earphones, aimlessly nonetheless.

All week I have been doing the home improvement thing. Installed a new hot water tank, which took countless trips back and forth to the hardware/barber hop/candy store. Thank goodness he had everything I needed. Too bad it took more than 5 trips to figure that out. After all of that was done, I see that blocking off the pipes had caused the tub to fill up. Talk about pissed. I had bought a new rod, curtain, towel racks, all this shit for the new occasion, and here I go again, back to the hardware store. A damn snake I had to buy. Of course the shit doesn’t do anything. So then I go BACK to the store, and get this high powered drano stuff. I mean I thought it was about to do the damn thing, as soon as I poured it in, all I heard was a sizzling, like bacon in the pan. I bought at least 4 bottles of this expensive shit. Poured 3 of them in and let it stay there for the night. I was ready for it to be resolved in the morning.

HA! That shit didn’t do anything. I was already fuming at the thought of spening money on a plumber or some shit. But before that, I figured I’d go to the basement to look at the pipes. I don’t know why I never looked at the shit before. I have looked at these pipes forever before, just never thought too much of it. Well, lo and behold. The idiot that installed them had the pipes all fucked up. From the drain, directly underneath, there were three elbows. The shit looked like a roller coaster. So, now I am fuming, because the only way to fix this is to cut them, being PVC and all. I go outside, and look and see if my uncle and his boy is around. You would think that the old man would help me, he did, he helped by telling me what to do. I guess I should be gracious for that, right? I am, but damn, I could have used some help. But they know I’m cheap. LOL.

Fine, that’s done. Bathroom fixed up, and everything is super clean. I must have stayed in the shower for 2 hours. It sure beats the tub upstairs. I hate that big assed old tub. Feel like I am in a 1920’s silent film in that thing.

Needless to say, I am quite motivated right now. In cleaning up, I found that a lot of the bullshit in this apartment does not belong to me. So, you know all of that shit goes right to the basement or the garbage. And to be honest, there are only two reasons why I even bothered to clean the shit up to begin with. One of them being that my weight bench is in there, and I am so much in need to relieving tension. One of the ways is working out, the other is getting my hair twisted. I was so close to just cutting it off last week. But I looked at some old pics, and decided to keep it. I mean why the hell not? I think I look like jesus with a full beard and my locs. The only thing I will remember to do these days is to twist them myself when I am bored. That’s what I did most of the day, sat back, watched movies and twisted my own shit. They are much longer than I thought.

Back to working out, I should be pissed about the bench. While it was sitting there in no mans land, the butterfly got bent, the attachment to hold the bar is missing, its just all messed up. Now I think I am going to have to undo all of the boxes I put shit in to find it. It’s like working against my self. Will not be the first time though. For now the butterfly is at least usable, and I have the pulley bar until I find the shit. I don’t know if it is possible, but I am missing weights too. The iron ones at that. There is no way anyone would steal those, but then again, I am in the hood. I did do what I could do with what I had. For 3 straight days I was on the bench, so right now my arms, stomach, shoulders are in pain, but it’s a good pain I guess. Soon as I eat, and finish this I am off to the new workout room.

I have a new phone number, that I don’t even know yet, I should say have never known. My back up cell phone that is. My me memory always fails me. I could have sworn I made an over payment on the other joint, but no, seems as though it was under payment, go figure. So when I call them to change the number, they tell me I cant and that I owe. Damn, that’s what I get, something tells me if I kept my gums from flapping, it would be on now. I will worry about that later. Tired of the shit ringing anyways, ya know? I want a new blackberry or the htc phone, anything with windows mobile. I refuse to get an Iphone. If I wanted an ipod I would have got one, besides, my fingers are too fat for that shit.

I don’t know where this blog is even headed. There is a new one, but I have been too busy around the house to pay it any mind, for the time being. There is a link here somewhere, but I don’t even know on what post I put the link in. Trying to be secretive, I done hid it from myself. I have so many emails and passwords, I don’t know what account I used to sign it up with. It will come to me, probably when I am far away from a machine. Cant even view who is looking at this one anymore, I let that subscription lapse, because I figured I wouldn’t be making anymore posts here, oh well. I installed a new browser today, the crap works slower than the other ones. This is really the wrong machine to be trying to utilize five different web browsers. I pulled the old bookmarks and looked at some sites I haven’t looked at in a while. I see some folks are still up to their whorish ways. Damn, even whores for jesus. But that’s a different story I suppose.

I’m cooking pork chops!!!

My appetite has been off the chain for the last few months. I’m not eating for two, at least I hope not, and if I were, I would be shocked. Sympathy pains my ass, I’m just hungry. The dude at the soul food spot gave me a free meal the other day, i thought it was funny. He told me it was because I was always his best customer. I spent a small fortune in there, and it was worth every penny actually. I guess I spoiled myself by eating good. I cannot eat any fast food these days. It is rare, and when I do I feel sick after doing so. The same when I drink soda, just cant do it.

The pork chops are done! Damn any sides though. This is going to be the other white meat only night. This new diet, on paper makes me look like a fat slob. I counted, there are at least 4 meals, and 4 snacks during the day.

Doing all this work around the house kind of makes me want another kid, a son actually. I was thinking about having a little man there to hand me tools and things while I am putting up a wall, or ceiling, as I have been doing the last two days. How sweet is that? My attention turned to my own pops. That dude didn’t teach me a damned thing. I mean shit, he was a mechanic, you would think he would show me how to fix a carburetor or some shit, right? I guess men have biological clocks too. My daughter is nobody’s tomboy whatsoever. And rightfully so. I mean what five year old doesn’t want to go anywhere without her purse? LOL. Damn shame there are cats out here that want noting to do with their own kids. I guess I know how that feels, and no kid should have to live that. Maybe I will find a boy kid, and adopt him, or join a big brothers thing. I don’t know. I can do anything. I mean, I fixed the damn pipes didn’t I? Almost lastly, do not surround yourself with liars, or weirdos, when you do that, they bring you down, and will make up anything to make you think you are as fucked up as they are. Be honest with yourself first, and then you may be able to be honest with others.

Why is my hair in pony tails? I feel aerodynamic or something, ive been running around the house like I got boosters on or something.

It is time to eat!!!

PEACCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Color Me Hippie!

I think I miss marijuana. I haven’t smoked in what seems like a very, very long time. All around the house, I seem to have blunts, and papers in various drawers or boxes. And I know for a fact that there are bags of weed hiding somewhere, I’m just not too much of a pot head anymore to turn my apartment upside down to look for them. I went back and read whatever I wrote about my days as a supreme weed head. Yesterday I had a conversation with a shawty about the days when weed was good to me. I was talking about the days of body bag, Cambodian, chocolate thai. Sighs, the good old days. I remember when I was attending school for audio engineering in NYC, if I had the loot, and I didn’t have any one with me, my ass would hightail uptown to go cop.

There was this one spot called choco chips. All they sold was chocolate. Nickel bags of goods. I would always by at least 15 bags, and keep at least 4 for myself to smoke. It was a spot that you had to walk down the steps to get into. The concrete top was low as hell, and everytime I walked in or out, I would hit the top of my damn head. I would be so dizzy, that I was standing at the counter dazed, and couldn’t remember what the hell I was doing there in the first place. There was 4 year old chips and candy behind the plexiglass, and I would look and say to myself; “they would hit the spot, if I had the munchies” and then OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I’m here for some herb.

Yo, short term memory is a real damn thing. That coupled with the fact my head was split open two times within two years in the same spot. That explains the migraines I still get from time to time, I suppose. The earlier part of my life, I can say I was a bloody mess growing up. I spent a lot of time in the emergency rooms of new jersey. Hell, when I was a kid, there was some hot chicken grease on the stove, I don’t know, or remember too fond of how it happened, but I have 2nd degree burns on my chest from that episode. Its healed and barely visible now though.

But, back to the weed. The other day I was on my way to an interview, or job, it was one of them, I forget = short term. So, I go into my bag to get one of my books out to read while on the train ride. I pull out the Mis-Education of The Negro, and voila! A dime bag of weed pops out, and into my lap. The train was crowded as all get out. A nice older black lady was sitting to my left, and I kind of felt her eyes were cutting through me. It wasn’t one of those moments where time stopped, but it seemed to slow down a tad.

I quickly threw the bag into my bag, and went on business as usual. I couldn’t help but notice the white folks looking at me. I guess I was wondering, if they were wondering if I was going to roll the shit up, right there in front of them. I am not that crass. Hell, I would have gone in between the cars or something. After all, I am a gentleman and shit.

But, the whole day, I couldn’t stop thinking about that weed in my bag. There was a part of me that wanted to just spark the shit up after I left where it was I had to go. It has been so long peoples. I am probably more carefree or less intense when I smoke, to the point that I am aloof to the things that I care about when sober. I don’t know when the last time I smoked and wrote something. If I weren’t trying to do some things now, I swear I would be sparking up right now like no one’s business. I know that the longer I keep this bag sitting around, the more dry it will get. It will be like trying to smoke a dry lawn. However, when all of the bullshit is over, I am ripping the bag open, getting some ez wider, and I am going to toke like there’s no tomorrow. Shit, I deserve it.

I have plans for weed too. Forget all the nonsense this time around. I am looking for nothing but quality. I mean I am a high quality motherfucker, and I deserve the best in all walks of life. And that my friends includes weed.


FUCK IT…..IM ROLLING THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!

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