Prince, KLB and the Bucket List

“If ur Last December came what would u do?
Would anybody remember 2 remember u?
Did u stand tall?
Or did u fall?
Did u give ur all? Did u ever find a reason y u had 2 die?
Or did u just plan on leaving without wondering y?
Was it everything it seemed?
Or did it feel like a dream?
Did u feel redeemed? In the name of the Father
In the name of the Son
We need 2 come 2together
Come 2gether as oneDid u love somebody but got no love in return?
Did u understand the real meaning of love that it just is and never yearns?
When the truth arrives
Will u b lost on the other side?
Will u still b alive?In the name of the Father
In the name of the Son
We need 2 come 2together
Come 2gether as one In ur life did u just give a little
or did u give all that u had?
Were u just somewhere in the middle
Not 2 good, not 2 bad?

In the name of the Father
In the name of the Son
We need 2 come 2together
Come 2gether as one”

-Prince

These lyrics were really on my heart this morning. Actually, I probably listen to this Prince song 3 times a week. Recently, I lost a friend of mine that I’ve known since 7th grade to a heart attack. Gone, just like that at 27! She really lived her life to  the fullest, and she tried to meet every single person on the planet during her brief time with us lol. I also lost a teacher from middle school and high school suddenly who was taken way too soon.

 It seems as though some people feel that they won’t be here long, and they try to cram everything they can in the time that they know was allotted for them. That’s deep!

I wonder if Kindra knew that her days were numbered. For those of you that don’t know, Kindra Latrice Butts was my best friend. She died a few years ago from heart issues also at the age of 24 (I think she was 24). Here one day, gone the next. Yeah, that one right there messed me up bad. A few months before her death, Kindra and I were beefing about God knows what; probably just normal, friendship bullshit. For those of you that knew her, y’all know that that woman was stubborn and that she could hold a grudge (LOL!). But for some reason, she was the mature one and decided to make amends. We began hanging again (popping that 1738, hitting j’s and laughing our damn lungs out on). She had alot of issues going on with her, but she kept pushing on with life like things didn’t affect her. She was trying really hard to finish her Master’s, and only death could’ve stopped her. Soon thereafter, I got the worst phone call ever. I would’ve been even more devastated if we were having some petty ass beef when she left us. I wonder if she knew…

All of the death around me reminds of this new movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman (aka Crazy Joe aka Batman) called the “Bucket List.” I haven’t seen it, but the commercials tell you what you need to know. Basically, these two old dudes somehow find out that they don’t have much time to live, so they travel the world, skydive and do all types of other white people stuff. Very interesting. What’s on your Bucket List? Here’s a little bit of my bucket list (let’s say I have a year to live):

1. Travel to South Africa, Egypt, Brazil and The Netherlands
2. Write my book on God knows what (maybe that should be the title….hmmmm.)
3. Have 3 or 4 ménage à trois (I’ve almost had two, but I probably talked myself out of both of them)
4. Take a cross-country trip in a tricked out Winnebago and interview all of the crazy people I meet in the flyover states.
5. Get a band, and perform in front of a club filled to capacity (I’m black, which means that I know how to sing and dance).
6. Record an album.

I’m sure there’s more stuff to add to my bucket list, but I can’t think of anything right now. What would be on your list?

-Contradiction

Welcome friends and enemies…

As many of you know, I used to write back in the day when all of my time wasn’t consumed with fattening the pockets of ”The Man.”

(Is this guy my boss? No, but then again somehow he probably is).

Anyways, I am starting a blog (well, obviously). I don’t work as hard as I used to at my real job because I’m jaded and I’m mad gully ( a great combination), so I have more time to think and make fun of people. All of you have heard at least one of my stories, and most of you have folded over in laughter with some of the random things that happen to me on a daily basis…..like that time I had to elbow-punch out this bamma that was following me to the Metro. Or what about the time the chick picked up her steak at dinner on our first date and gnawed on that bitch like the king of the fucking jungle? Her silverware was clean as the Board of Health (It was our first and last date, but the sex was impeccable!)

 My closest friends (you know who you are) have cried (or pretended to cry) with me through alot of my pain, and alot of you guys respect my opinions on life (God knows why). Maybe because you are as crazy as I am, or maybe because you have nothing better to do. Just kidding…..I think. Anyway, I love y’all more than you know. 

The blog will consist of random musings on (race issues, religion, politics, sex, love, hate, cars, best places to eat, music, people with Bluetooth devices, the origin of stereotypes aka facts, ingenious youtube clips, Dallas Cowboys fans, Uggs, the next Olympic sport of people-watching and other tomfoolery), some of my classic stories (random sexual encounters, relationship crap, working for “The Man,” family stuff etc.), book reviews (I do be reading), album reviews, a little poetry (cuz I’m deep like that), tales from my Metro ride to and from work (the ride into the office is much more interesting for some reason), tales from my barbershop and run-on sentences. I’m really doing this for me to document the insanity that is my life, but it would be nice if you all would take a look at it also…and leave comments to make me feel cool. I will be writing a book one day on God knows what, so maybe this will be a good start. And I encourage my friends that know how to read and write to start a blog also.

I am having one problem though: I can’t figure out a name for my blog. Good start huh? I would like for you all (at your earliest convenience of course) to shoot me an e-mail with your thoughts on what the name should be. The winner gets dinner on me at Georgia Brown’s because I know how most you all loooooove fried chicken and collard greens (sorry, but it is true). If you don’t like collard greens, I will make a special request for parsnips cuz I’m considerate like that. (I personally think that collard greens are disgusting, but if you don’t like fried chicken  then you are a waste of time…so don’t bother; that is if you aren’t a vegetarian or vegan on some shit like that). I will buy drinks too…..but you will have to pay for your own. Sike. Think long and hard. There is fried chicken and a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 (Orange Cream flavor) in it for you. Times a wastin’. Oh yeah, and if you don’t live in the DC area, then you are SOL until you bring your happy ass down to the home of Mambo Sauce. Or, if you fly me to your town and let me camp out at your crib, then I will be glad to buy you some chicken and/or parsnips and maybe even a cold 4-0 of Steel Reserve.

 If you think that one of my stories is about you, it’s not. Don’t flatter yourself. I probably made the whole thing up anyway. And if you are in the story, you name will not be used….EVER. I’ll even change names and locations to protect your perfect and untarnished name cuz I’m nice like that. Plus, only like three people will probably read my blog anyway, so chill aiight.

-Contradiction