Saturday, October 30, 2010

Finish Line!

Day 30...

Looks like we made it through the October Blog Challenge. My 30th consecutive blog will not be some spectacular speech. I’ll share a funny story. Then, let y’all in a little more & tell you some more about me. Useless information. But, it is what it is…

Yesterday, I had a late lunch with one of the Djs I host for, also a friend our ours. I’ll call the DJ “P”, and our boy “Flaco”. We finish lunch and take a walk around the Peninsula Town Center, an amazing shopping area that is configured like a small city. We stop at one clothing store. P and I go in. Flaco hangs back, outside the door. He was on the phone, or something. It doesn’t matter. Anyway…

Try to adjust the vision in your head to where you’re looking out, toward the street from inside the store. I happened to look up, and Flaco paces in front, then slowly walks to the right. I’m figuring he saw someone he knew, or went to look in another store. About 30 seconds later, I look up again to see Flaco walking very briskly, in the opposite direction, past the store we’re in.

I ask P rhetorically, “What the fuck is this fool doing???” Right at that moment, we see security for the Town Center walking past the store…also at a brisk pace. It looked like something out of a movie. Add to that, the fact that Flaco had the hood on his hoodie up… Well, I don’t really give two field mouse fucks if you think it’s funny. That image almost literally had me in tears, from laughing.

It got even funnier, as P and I went outside to see if the security guard was indeed in pursuit of Flaco. Flac turns the corner and the guard breaks off, continuing along the street. As soon as the guard passes the corner, here comes Flac, doubling back to our location.

Me: What the hell did you do???

Flaco: I thought that motherfucker was gonna bust me for littering.


Flaco: Fuck you both…

You didn’t think that was funny??? DAH, well… Guess ya hadda be there.

Now for a little Q&A with …ME! Just in case you want to know what makes the Thug Rocker tick.

Q: Where are you from?
A: I was born in Sacramento, California, to Marie & my then-Air Force father, Jesse. We moved from Cali before I turned 2. Started school in Plattsburgh, NY, which is about 20 miles from the Canadian border. Moved from there to Pemberton, NJ when I was 6. NJ is where I spent my formative years, which might explain my sense of humor & profane diatribes.

Q: How did you end up in the Hampton Roads (757) area?
A: I had an uncle that lived in Eastville, VA, located on the Delmarva peninsula. He would bring us across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, to Norfolk, VA Beach, & Hampton, since there wasn’t shit to do on the Delmarva side of the bay. Visits with other relatives in Richmond also influenced my move. I just fell in love with the area and the people. I was also tired of Jersey, at that time.

Q: What are your talents?
A: You guys will say “writing”, and I love you for that. I also play drums, sing a little, host events at Blurr Bistro in Newport News and other spots. I play a mean game of “Band Hero” on drums and guitar. I tweet like a demon. I can dance, act, and my most useless talent is popping my earlobe very loudly, with my index and middle fingers. I can also tie a cherry stem into a knot, using only my tongue…smh.

Q: Do you play any sports?
A: I’m OK at basketball, good at football (played WR, KR, DB, and QB), and was a 200 meter champion in high school. I’ve played softball and baseball… Shit, you get the picture. I’ll pretty much try any sport.

Q: What do you hope to accomplish with this blog?
A: Not a damn thing. It’s designed for me to get things off my chest when 140 characters on Twitter isn’t enough. But, if my rants and general fuckery makes someone think twice about some dumb shit they may be doing, or if it in some way helps somebody, then that’s very cool.

Q: Stats?
A: Not much to tell. 6-foot-5, 235 pounds. 5 tattoos, including my beloved Philadelphia Eagles’ logo. I shave my head and my pubes. Well, I trim the pubes… I work hard and play even harder. I’m a Leo, which means I am loyal as hell to those close to me. I possess the classic Leo quality of natural leadership, which admittedly, can sometimes make me have to be an asshole. Overall, I’m a laid-back type of dude.

I hope I’ve given you enough for now. But, if you want to know anything else, leave your questions in the comments section. I’d be more than happy to answer them. As yall know, I’m a fairly open book.

As always, thank you for taking time out of your life to read my writings…


  1. LOL @ dude running from the mall cops over littering! HA!!!!

    Um, you could've saved the info about your pubes...really! LMAO
    I'll play along, though...

    ~I'm born and raised in Mt. Vernon, living in Peekskill, NY
    ~I ended up in Peekskill after leaving my ex, came to live w/mom & sis
    ~Talents: Writing, Cooking, Drawing, Decorating, Singing, Pic taking
    ~I play FB sports. My ass to round for sports right now.
    ~With my blog, I'm just writing to express myself, help others possibly and meet new and like-minded people.
    ~I'm 5'5", barely...somethin and another pounds (lmao) no tatts, short arms and legs.

    That's all for now...and don't forget that there are 31 days in Oct. One more blog, son. LOL

  2. Don't sweat the typos. Playas fuck up too. I appreciate you giving me a look into who you are! Going to work on the last one now. I was gonna do one today anyway...

  3. Dude, I really don't need to know the length of your pubes...I do love the 6'5-235 however!

    I'd like to see your tats one day.

    Sis, you're taller than me O_O ONE WHOLE INCH!!

    As long as we're talking

    I was born and raised in Springfield, IL
    Single, never married. Never "officially" engaged. (means I was asked, but Negroes never produced rings)
    Talents, some writing and picture taking

    No sports. I used to play volleyball though.

    I write mostly to get things off my chest. Although when I write about my experiences with kidney disease, I hope to help others.

    I'm 5'4, 260, 3 hearts on my back.