Just Ran Across My Mind...

Do people still get "heat rash"?

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Hypothetically Of Course

Russell Simmons has to pay $20,000 a month for child support...per child! That's 40K a month! $480,000 a year! Then you wonder why Teef doesn't want or have any kids? I'm worth nowhere near the $300+ million that Rush is, hell, I may be worth $300, but if I had to pay $200 a month, I'd be in a bind. I'd put that money in an account now if I was him, he has like 14 years left to pay and it isn't like he's been knocking out hits or everyone is wearing Phat Farm!

Ladies, let's play with the hypothetical for a second, you're married three or four years, haven't had children yet and a woman shows up with a baby claiming that your man is the daddy? What do you do? Are you pissed that she took so long? Mad that he never mentioned the possibility? Or, do you just let it all play out?

Fellas, you're married five or six years, have a son that really doesn't look like you and you're wondering if he is yours? Do you want to know? Would you go out and get tested? Shoot, by law, you're the baby's father anyway. Plus, you're the only daddy he's ever known! I'm just saying, hypothetically of course...

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Fish Don't Fry In The Kitchen, Beans Don't Burn On The Grill‏

You know, dinner and a movie is like $175 now! Times are a changing! With the price of gas and corn, I hope dinner is at your place and we're downloading a movie online! When I say dinner at your place, I mean, you're cooking dinner! I'm not quite sure when they started making this model of woman, but when did some of yall think it was cool not to cook?

I know I'm gonna run the risk of sounding like a chauvinist, everyone should do their share in the kitchen, but come on now! I know your mama brought you into the kitchen, boiled some water, drop some rice in it, sliced some butter and taught you to cook rice. What were you doing, thinking about Jodeci? I know she grabbed that big frying pan with the burnt bottom (the one that sparks when you're cooking), then put some chicken in a paper bag filled with flour, shook it up and placed the chicken in. But, that didn't matter to you.

I'm just saying yall...If every time we kick it, I gotta spend $60, $70, $80, $85, we ain't gonna kick it too strong! Every once in a while a brother wants to come through and smell the aroma of some yams, tacos or something! Hook a steak up for a Nigga! Oodles & Noodles are Oodles & Noodles, I don't care how many shrimp you put in it! I'm not saying that cooking guarantees you snaring a man or even keeping a man, I'm just saying it will help.

I know Beyonce and all of them are singing independent this and that, but I bet you her big country ass can cook! I'm ordering G. Garvin cookbooks and handing them out like government cheese this year for Christmas. We have to reverse this sad trend.

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That's Flesh Against My Hollow Bones!

Back to Monday, back to work! I forgot to mention one rule on Friday, mostly because it's a year-round rule that people always seem to break. That rule is the "Million Dollar Rule", meaning if you don't have at least a million dollars in the bank, you shouldn't wear shades inside. You ain't Puff, not Beyonce either! There's no paparazzi, ain't no "Flashing Lights" when you enter the building. Am I the only person that's ready to dance when I hear that song, but I digress. It just looks silly, you ain't that cool!

For some strange reason I decided to lace my sneakers up and play ball with a few of my students Friday afternoon. Good idea, bad decision. I don't move as fast, don't just as high, but for a few 10-minute spurts I was out there looking like '97 all over again. Afterwards, I was looking like I was 97 all over! I'm hurting in places I didn't know could hurt! I have a not on my shin! My diaphragm hurts, I didn't even know that men had diaphragms!

Other than that, nothing going on in my world. We're at a pretty dry time right now. We're still a few months away from the election heating up, we've had our celebrity weddings, a few breakups, where's Mike Tyson and Bobby Brown when you need them?

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The Summer Rules Vol.1

I know we've already had some scorchers, but today is officially the last day of Spring, check your calendar, Summer begins tomorrow! With that said, we have to lay down the ground rules so we can get through the next two months with the absolute least amount of Niggerdom as possible!

1. 
   Throw those Chinese slippers out, don't want to see them this summer, gotta go, they had their run! It's 2008, they weren't really a good look in '04 really not a good look now!
2. 
   Fellas, I strongly object to men having their feet on display, but if you insist on wearing sandals or flip-flops, clip your toenails!
3. 
   Everyone moisturize your heels please!
4. 
   If you were the Spring jump-off, that doesn't automatically make you the Summer bust-it baby! Your "friend" may have someone else in mind to kick it with at the Central Park Summerstage or the Boardwalk in AC.
5. 
   Where's the vacation spot this year? Punta Cana? Negril? Aruba? South Beach? Where is it? With the escalating gas prices and floundering economy, let me find out the Jersey Shore is the place to be this year?
6. 
   Just because it's 96 degrees in the shade (insert Keith Murray lyric here), that is not a good enough reason to take Tuesday off, conserve your days...
7. 
   I shouldn't have to do this, but ladies keep a fresh shave, don't want to see the stubble this summer!
8. 
   To all of you who work in the school system, just because you have the Summer off, don't rub it in! We know you're sleeping late, watching "The View" while we're working, but keep it to yourself.
9. 
   Keep that hate out of your blood! Just because you blew your Income Tax return and your Economic Stimulus check, don't be mad at those people who've been able to save some change and do some thangs this year.
10. 
    Hydrate! Keep some water, Vitamin Water, Gatorade, some fluids pumped into you. Especially if you're gonna be taking shots of Patron at night! Last thing I want to hear or see is a nigga passed out at the bar!
11. 
    For those of you who ship your kids Down South for the Summer, please remember that you are a parent and did not just complete your freshman year in college. Go easy!
12. 
    I know some of us are eagerly anticipating some of the blockbuster films of the season (Hancock, The Dark Knight, etc..), but how about we do a little something different this year, read a book or two...
13. 
    Keep some "red" kool-aid in the fridge! The best Summer drink ever!
14. 
    Fellas I know from time to time when you're out and about, your pockets aren't enough, but there is never any reason to carry a manpurse! I don't care if Gucci or Louie Vutton makes it. I wouldn't care if an Egyptian Pharaoh had it made from his treasure, that's just gay! If you got that much to carry, get a Jansport!
15. 
    No more midnight cruises please! If you don't call Carnival and get on a real cruise...
    Is taking a day off to go to Six Flags good use of a Tuesday? Hell yeah! Especially with discount coupons!
16. 
    Fathers, those little fanny packs are real 80's too!
17. 
    I know many of you fools worked out like Barry Bonds all year to get your body right for the Summer, so you could look good in your two-piece or shirtless on the beach. Notice I said "on the beach", I don't want to see you walking down the street like that!
18. 
    I think we're too old for Greekfest right?
19. 
    The most important rule of the Summer...Please do not show up to any cookouts carrying food toting material! That's just trifling, tacky and downright Niggerish! If you don't get some Luminum Foil (yeah I said "luminum", you know Black folks too lazy to pronounce all the syllables!) and wrap that chicken up! You rolling around with tupperware in your car!

As for me, you'll catch me somewhere where the water is light blue with my stomach all out, Mojito in hand, Shell Toes on my feet (no sandals)! Enjoy your Summer!

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I'm Something Every Girl Gotta Have like Levi's

Yes, I missed Hump Day. No, it wasn't because the Lakers lost. I took some medicine to fight off my first summer cold and it knocked me out, woke up yesterday and couldn't get right! The rest of my day was all downhill from there.

I'd like to retract something I said the other day. When I said the comments are slow on days when I'm a bit more introspective or open up some. I totally omitted one group that always seems to have something to say, I like to call them "The Peanuts Gallery", because they remind me of Lucy Van Pelt from the Charlie Brown comics.

This particular group of women always seem to have something slick to say about me, usually based on their experiences with me. You know, I'm so & so, I'm this, I'm that (insert KRS-1 lyric here), but they never miss an opportunity to say something dirty about me. The truth of the matter is, you know me in a certain context and that's your knowledge base of me.

I'm far from perfect, I've never been one to downplay my flaws, but I'm a work in progress. I'm trying to be a better man, a better person, but that's not enough for some, you just wanna take stabs. Now, keep in mind that I said "in progress", so I can revert to being that ignorant nigga at anytime! I know I said before to watch what you say, because if I start naming names or telling some of those True Classic Hood Stories, it won't be pretty. So, watch your mouths, because you know who, did you know what, with you know who (insert Jay-Z lyric here).

Now, on to why I'm something every girl gotta have like Levis. I got these smarts my mama gave me, looks from my daddy. I can make you laugh, think and get angry in the same sentence. I'm good at listening and give decent advice, I can take you in the hood to get the best fish sandwich or take you where the water is so blue! I have a good shoulder to lean on, and a stomach perfect for resting your head. I can get your shoe game in order or tell you to kick rocks! I'm great for dinner and a show or that text after Happy Hour.

I am your Everything Man, too bad I can't be everything to everyone at the same time.

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I Know What Ya Like…

You're really messing with my cool! I try to stray away from certain topics, try not to open any cans of worms, not to be controversial or piss people off on purpose. You know, open up, show more of myself, and talk about things that really should matter and...Nothing! Two or three responses. I say something about Tyler Perry; I gotta dedicate three days to discuss the matter.

So, I got what you've been looking for...

No disrespect to the handicap---sidebar, when a statement begins with no disrespect, don't you just know something disrespectful is soon to follow? Back to the original thought...No disrespect to the handicap, but those motorized wheelchairs are not to be used as motor vehicles! I'm tired of driving down the street and seeing someone cruising next to me or across the intersection doing 2mph (so everybody sees you)! You're just messing up traffic, get on the bus!

I try to avoid “Nigga Moments”, but being surrounded by so many Niggas, nigga never. For instance, I'm at Shop-Rite the other day and a person is trying to back into a handicap parking space, so I stop and kindly wait for her to get herself together, you know get her hand/eye coordination under control and park. Naturally it's taking her some time. Well, I guess the car behind me couldn't wait and decided to swing around me, nearly hitting the car that's parking and some people walking to their cars.

I’m trying to keep my cool, be in a better place, but she begins to yell at me, for doing the right thing! With a bonnet on her head! I kindly just looked at her, said “Niggas” and then saluted her…with the finger! I’m just trying to pick up some Worcester Sauce and I’m getting cussed out by the bonnet bitch.

Every time I try to get out, Niggas just keep pulling right back in.

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Dance With Your Father

Barack Obama decided that at a Black Church, in Chicago, on Father's Day, he would call Black fathers to task. I don't have any issue with the message, the timing maybe, but definitely the messenger. He has avoided all things Black for the duration of the campaign, Hope and Change for America has been the charge right? Now, this nigga wants to call out absentee niggas? That's my job! Talk about those rich white folks Barack, oh yeah, you need their votes, so speeches like yesterday show that you're different.

Father's Day came and went and there were a lot of dudes faking the funk like they're good fathers. We know, there's a whole lot of fronting going on! But let's be real, fathers, dad, daddies, whatever you call them get the raw end of the deal. Ok, there's Father's Day, but other than that, where's the love? Even then, wives and children are buying cheap ties, giving Home Depot gift cards, seems forced. On the other hand mom gets all the love! Mother's Day, Boyz II Men songs, new shoes, good gifts. Not saying that it isn't due, but let's even the seesaw a little bit.

We all know the issues of Black fathers, we all know the crisis of the Black Man. We can trace the origins back to slavery, through reconstruction and Jim Crow, to Heroin and Reganomics, crack (which also engaged the Black mother) to BET & hip-hop, but that's our cross to carry! Not for Barack in the middle of a Presidential election to announce to the world! Especially a day or two after saying, "...if they bring a knife, we're gonna bring a gun!" in reference to the election.

What he should've been speaking out against, especially in Chicago, is how 12 people found it in their hearts to say R. Kelly was not guilty! I really don't want to speak much about this anymore I'm so disgusted! I will say that when the trouble first started we got a great album (Chocolate Factory), then two pieces of trash! Now, that he's beat the case, can you imagine the horrendous nonsense he's gonna make? Check out Hairbraider! Isn't this nigga 41, get a haircut, you're a grown-ass man!

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My Father's Son

June is known for one more thing: Father's Day. My dad is probably cringing as he reads this because he was so unsure of what I would say about him if I ever decided to blog about our relationship. I suppose he believes I'd simply talk about things that would project him as a bad father. But the truth is, he may not have always been there when I wanted him to be, but he was there when I needed hi,

It would take weeks to describe all of the intricacies of our relationship. We don't have a traditional father/son relationship, but what we have works for us. There are moments over the years that have outlasted any one time I've been disappointed by him. Like, one night on the train after a concert when talking about Ving Rhames, he busts out, "Five years ago, he starred in a play called 'When I Come Back to Harlem, Who's Gonna Be There?'" and all of the White folks believed him. Or, when I was unsure where he was on 9/11 or when he saved my life a few days later.

There's no simple way to explain how we are towards one another, when we say 'I love you' it almost sounds weird, more than likely because it hasn't been practiced over the years. But I've learned so much from my dad over the years, more than he realizes, more than what he thinks. Like, I've gotten a true sense of community from him, being an advocate and an activist for the youth, and I've learned from mistakes he's made. He's no Cliff Huxtable or James Evans, but he's my dad and neither of us can deny the other...we look so much alike!

Aside from my dad, there have been other men who have served as a father figure throughout my life. My step-father Eric for one, he would always talk about being self-sufficient, never having to depend on a woman for anything. So, he taught me to cook, how to wash clothes and things of that nature. My uncle Troy, who has a quiet cool about him, I've been able to pick up things from him in regards to maintaining a household, managing your finances and a model for what a husband should be like. My great-grandfather, who as long as I can remember has taken me everywhere with him, I learned hard work from him. My aunt Danielle's father Ronnie, who was my mother's step-father, but essentially my grandfather because he was there for most of my life, I watched him put in long hours and take care of his family.

I always speak of the women who raised me, but these men had an equal hand in their influence over me. So to them and all of the fathers out there, not your baby-daddy, Happy Father's Day!

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As Beautiful As The Month Of June

You know June is symbolic for many reasons, there are various things associated with the mere mention of the month...

First, High School Graduation and the end of the school year. The greatest time and the worst time of the year for parents, because while many will celebrate the achievement of watching their child graduate, others will have to deal with the fact that their dumb offspring has stayed back in the second grade because he or she is still unable to read. Not to mention the fact that now you have to worry about someone watching your bad-ass kids for two months!

June is also Black Music Month, which is particularly sad this month considering the current state of Black Music. Ray Charles, Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke and Luther Vandross are rolling over in their graves as Soul Music has virtually disappeared! Hell, Biggie and 2Pac are ready to bust some shots if Lil' Wayne indeed sells over 900,000 his first week!



Of course, the third week of June also begins Summer, that glorious time of the year when the temperature rises and clothes because less than a necessity. Summer rules will be in effect next week!

June also has traditionally been the month of marriage. Now, most of my male friends have gone on and done what they've had to do, so my wedding time is practically done. Unless Will gets hitched! I'm just waiting for my female friends to start taking the plunge. Just reminded you all, 30 is here, time is ticking! Pretty soon, marriage is just gonna become an agreement for some folks, it's gonna be something like "I'm 35, you're not married, I'm not married, let's get married!"

Just one time, I want to go to a wedding and something crazy goes down. You know me, I need something straight out the movies---drama, ordinary things don't move me! I want the groom to have a baby on the way by another chick, some dude to bust in confessing undying love for the bride (or groom), the bride not to show, something! Spice it up a little!

I want something to go down like this...Remember when Dwayne Wayne busted in on Whitley's wedding with Byron? Baby please! I want to be there, matter of fact, hide your wedding invitations, I may just bust up a few weddings the same way...

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Light-Skinned Brothers Back!

I was just thinking, if Barack Obama was darker, would White folks still support him like they do? I'm just saying, if he looked like Half-Dead from Penitentiary, would they have fallen in love with him like they have?

Let's be honest, the color line still exists and dark-skinned brothers still strike a bit of fear in the hearts of White folks (White women). Michael Jordan is cool dunking a basketball and selling drawls, but running the country? Tiger Woods is the man for that!

Shoot, Barack isn't even the Black nominee for President anymore, he's biracial now! We all forgot about his White mama in the midst of all this. But as usual, mainstream society is gonna take credit for what's "ours" i.e. Rock & Roll. Remember during the Jim Crow South (last week), that if you had a drop of Negro blood, you were Colored? Guess that doesn't apply when you're running for President! They want their half!

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Like A Rainbow On The Ground

I know at some point or another many of us have outlined goals or said something to the effect of "I want to do blank by the time I'm blank" or "I want to have blank when I'm blank". We set benchmarks and goals for ourselves in hopes that life will go perfectly according to plan. Well, as we've all found out, you can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather! Life does not always go according to plan and we need to adjust on the fly from time to time. I've always set short-term goals for myself, partly because I never really saw myself getting too old and it also saves me from the disappointment and frustrations that come along with life's pitfalls.

The past few weeks I've had many conversations with people and they've expressed frustrations with their current positioning in life, trying to measure their progress against something tangible, something material, something worthless. Growth and change may not always be measured by physical movement, increase in your paycheck or things of that nature. However, who you were three years ago versus who you are now, may be a better indication of how far you've come. Working on your personal development is a better way of positioning yourself for change than chasing societal benchmarks.

So, whether you're upset because you feel underpaid, stagnant, had a baby by a dude who wasn't worth the sweat of the moment, you've got to find your own rainbow. Sometimes after a storm a rainbow appears on the ground, just as beautiful as one in the sky, but it's not for everyone to see. Sort of like you're own personal rainbow, that reminder that when the storm passes, there's still beauty to be seen. We're all a work in progress, some of us more than others. The good thing is that there's no deadline for completion.

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The Abstract Will Soon Become The Reality

You know one of these days White folks are gonna wake up and realize that a Black man is one step away from being President of the United States right?

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In Anticipation for Precipitation

Hot town, summer in the City, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty... We've strung together a few scorchers in a row and there seems to be no end in sight! I'm not a fan of the heat at all, so I've been laying low, keeping close to the AC and drinking plenty of fluids. Those of you who've decided to brave the heat, make sure that you scrub the back of your neck at the end of the day! Can't run around looking like Forest Whitaker! Don't act like I was the only one who had to scrub their neck on hot summer days!

Shouldn't someone be showing soon at Ed McMahon's house with a big check? I'm saying, how is the Publishing Clearinghouse man in danger of losing his crib to foreclosure? Ed & his wife told Larry King that they didn't spent too extravagantly, his previous divorces and medical problems have left them with not as much money as people think. Hmmm, sounds like a nigga problem to me.

Everybody is always on Mike Tyson, but Evander Holyfield ain't too far behind, his crib is in danger of foreclosure as well. Now, I don't know what's worse, have a 100+ room mansion or having 10 kids? Either way, he's behind on payments for both! Holyfield says he's not broke, just not liquid. He needs to liquefy some of those assets and pay for those babies. The house on the other hand, he can always break it down and make it a multi-family unit or the projects, ain't nobody gonna buy that spot!

See, niggas think the sun gonna shine forever! Pack your umbrellas, strip club ain't the only place it rains!

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Politricks as Usual

Months ago when the Presidential Primaries kicked into high gear, I asked the question, was America more racist or more sexist? On the surface, the answer is that we are a more sexist nation, because Barack Obama is now the Democratic nominee for President. Of course Barack had the weight of Black America on his shoulders, but he wasn't exactly throwing up a fist for Black Power when we saw him. Then, he had unenviable task of having to separate from the church as Rev. Wright raised his fist. His speeches was great and Black America continues to support his campaign for "Change", even though he's speaking for America and not just Black America, he represents that hope.

While the race card was played early, Hillary waited until nearly the end to play her sexist card. In the 23rd hour, her campaign decided to rail against all of the commentary and editorials that pointed out her gender as a sign of weakness.

Personally, I still believe that race has more relevance in any situation. Just think of the way we identify ourselves, I am a Black Man, she is a White Woman, our Hispanic Brothers and Sisters have found the easiest way to distinguish themselves, by adding an "o" or an "a" Latino and Latina. Hillary could've played on the emotions of people (women) everywhere, but the fact of the matter is, White privilege will (has) taken her much farther than many (if any) Black men or women will ever go!

However, there was another factor that helped determine who that nominee would be, class. Socio-economic and intellectual class played an even larger role than Black versus White or Man versus Woman. Hillary was queen for a day with most women and working-class whites. Barack was a hit of course with the Brothers, yet, college educated, forward thinking Whites who couldn't forget the sins of Clinton past gravitated towards Obama with thoughts of RFK. Clinton even went as far as to say Barack couldn't win the working class White vote, you know, the redneck vote (check the numbers in West Virginia)!

But it's all a wrap now. Hillary has finally conceded (four days later), and she has thrown her full support behind Obama. This was huge because she did rack up 17 million votes and many of those voters were poised to sit out or vote for McCain, either way, it was a vote for McCain. I wonder what those four days were like and what was going on? Hillary has mentioned that she doesn't want to be VP, but some say otherwise. I wonder if Secretary of State appeals to her, maybe she can show that she's at least better than one Black woman at something. To be honest, I won't be that mad if she is in this case...

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Exblackly!

There's a few words that we need to add or begin using again in our daily vocabulary. The first of which is "exblackly", an affirmation for a Nigga moment or instance, or an agreeing term of a nigga moment or instance. Here's an example of its usage: Laquisha spent her stimulus check on new hair, new shoes and new jewelery, but didn't buy her kids anything! Exblackly! Try it out...

Crazy! Whatever happened to crazy? We've allowed science to dictate how we regard people. There's a diagnosis for this, an acronym for that, politically correct term for that. I can't just say that someone is crazy anymore?

Another word that we need to go back to using is "trifling". Whatever happened to trifling? People just don't use it like they used to and we all know that there are a whole lot of trifling behind people running around out there. You know, those trifling women who decide to go out in public wearing a bonnet. That is never a good look...trifling!

Another reason that BET is the Devil has dropped into your inbox over the last few weeks. Who's dressing the babies? Have you seen this season's prom pictures? Where are these kids getting fashion tips from? First we had to deal with young men wearing jeans tighter than James Evans all winter and spring, now these kids look a hot mess on what is supposed to be one of the elegant nights of their lives.

Just take a look, where are these girls mothers? Oh yeah, sitting at Happy Hour next to me when their daughter is out trying to find the trashiest dress around! And we all know these boys need fathers!

The bad thing is that many of these pictures are from high schools in New Jersey, when did we get so country? First hip-hop, now fashion, next thing you know we're gonna be mono-syllabic, damn Dirty South! But it wasn't all bad, some kids still have a sense of class...

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Well I Guess I Got My Swagger Back!

Yeah I know it's been about two weeks, I was on a little hiatus, but I'm back to ruin your mornings... again! Last week I was away attending the National Conference On Race & Ethnicity in American Higher Education (NCORE) in Florida. This is a conference based on addressing diversity on our college campuses; opening dialogue about race, gender, class, and sexual orientation, held at The Whitest place in all the land...Disney World!

What better place to talk about the haves and the have nots, than a place where a McNugget meal cost $7?!? The conference had close to 2000 attendees, every state was represented besides Hawaii, Montana and West Virginia. Disney hasn't seen this many people of color since The Lion King premiered!

Despite the location, the conference provided great information and networking opportunities, but also served as a mini-vacation for many. Even though I was surrounded by people who actually saud "the N-word" in regular conversation. I don't mean they said Nigga, they said "the N-word" as a replacement. You know that trips me out, because I say it like it's one of my middle names, Al-Lateef Deveen Nigga...you know.

All work and no play...well I don't know about all of that, because I always manage to play hard. Even thought Disney tries to confine you to there compound, I managed to have a little fun. I had to travel to the ESPN Zone on another property just to watch Kobe and the Lakers do their thing, because there was nothing but Disney-owned stations in the resort I stayed. I was a frequent visitor of Downtown Disney, including catching a Jaheim concert at the House of Blues and there were two parties held as part of the conference agenda.

And boy did I party! There's a set of pictures that show my trajectory (or downward spiral, depending on your perspective) on Friday. I went from bright-eyed during the afternoon sessions to being the last man on the dance floor, towel draped over my head, shoulders slumped by 3am when the after-party ended. Too bad I announced the after-after party back at the resort I was staying pool area.

I finally landed back in my room at 9:30am with a completely dead cell phone, body sore because I abandoned my official two-step with a little twist in favor of moving like Rerun from What's Happening, my pristine white on white shell toes were beat to death, but it was all in the name of fun. Too bad I hit the ground running when I returned home! I'm just finding the time to collect my energy and thoughts to share with you.

I know there's a lot going on, Hillary's last ditch effort to inject sexism in the primaries, Barack won the nomination, Hillary refused to immediately concede, now should she be his running mate, Usher's got a new album, Sex & The City was released, the Lakers and Celtics are bringing '87 back, now if only people would start rapping like Big Daddy Kane and Rakim, because Lil' Wayne's new album is a few days away and I'm really disgusted by hip-hop in its current state. We're also gonna talk about these trifling behind prom pictures that have been making their rounds through inboxes for the last few weeks.

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