Hey you! Thanx first timer and big ups to my recurring visitors!
To all you weak people, strap on your seatbelt and get ready for some bumpy jibberish corny people call "real talk". By the way, that had to be the most horrible way to say '"I'm serious!". Hands down nothing else pissed me off by March '06 like "real talk" and "swagger" and a 35 year old asain mother with three children in the car, driving a 98 Toyota Camry in the far left-hand lane on the Dan Ryan going East (the 94 runs East/West) at 630 am (means no traffic) at a speed of 53 mph and decreasing every second. UGH!!!! Real talk and swagger should go down as the most misused and overused words of '06, '07 and '08. Ok, I'm done with that topic. Read the title...struck a nerve when it was given to me too. Some of you will relate to me and some of you won't understand a scenario or emotion discussed, but this is about Knowing Allen. I am not here to educate you on these topics. Ok, on with it as the Brits would say...
My second love was an Asain woman. Man! Surprised the shit out of me too when I realized it. I even had to stop typing and read that a few times. As you get to know the man behind this blog, you will find out that I am about uplifting my people. Actually with my aspirations and in my extracurricular activities I encourage people of all races, but I am truly on raising my family name to a higher name in power and shaking my black people of some of their slave habits (which I must admit...no black person has shaken all of their slave mentality in my personal opinion). Therefore, dating outside my race was never an option until I met Ms. Gold (not her real name by the way...only she will know how I translated her name into 'gold'). To be honest, we were brought together after a longtime of being ghost to one another. Our former BFFs are in a relationship. Her former BFF and my former BFF raved about us to each other for maybe three years before we met. Crazy, right! I thought the woman didn't exist. I thought she was as much of a lie as the devil (shouts out to all my church heads). No way I am at most of the important family functions or house parties or just with my homie a hell of a lot and seeing his woman and never seeing her BFF. Anyway, the first night we all hung out we hit it off. I mean it was corny! Like "When Harry Met Sally" corny. Like "27 Dresses" corny. We went to the club (which at the time I didn't do). They got me out because I popped over my homie crib and they were getting dressed and she showed up to ride with them. She convinced me to ride after seeing me (probably thought a brother was decent lol). So we go out to The Buzz on a Thursday. She and my homie chick had plug so we in VIP getting free drinks and looking out at the crowd with the "Yea I'm important" face on lol. I think I was hot that night cause I had about three bad chicks come at me. Now I was no longer in the VIP (so no it wasn't on no gold digging shit...cause I had no haircut and went in my work clothes...which was an ensemble of a button-down shirt, sweater, jeans and some Kenneth Coles...nothing major). I'm a wanderer in the club. I don't like standing in one place for an hr to move to another spot to stand in for another hour like its a party at the Unemployment Office. So after about an hour of wandering, Ms. Gold found me and started dancing. LOL...this is about to sound so corny. We danced until the club shut down. I'm talking major eye contact, non-stop attention. So we leave she gives me a hug and did one of the Top Three most sexiest things a female has ever done to me. After the hug, I was opening her door to send her off with my guy, his girl and another friend and she slowly grabs my face with both hands and kissed me. I thought I was on "Dawsons Creek". On some real shit it may have been one of the few times I closed my eyes when I kissed. I think the only others I have done that with is a female I'm involved with now and my angel in college. So everything escalated from that point on.
So I have experience in an interracial relationship. Though I never introduced her as my girlfriend, that's what she was. The subject of interracial relationships has many different struggles and benefits. In my personal experience, I have felt more benefit than struggles. With my Asian counterpart I found a lot of knowledge exchange, culture exchange and refreshment. We naturally gelled. But the benefits really can come from any female to be honest. The uniqueness of being in an interracial relationship comes from insecurities from both parties and disgust from outside parties. So let's keep it real and interesting. I know you all don't want to hear about how much I loved being with her at our great days so...
I found it difficult being with her to be honest. First of all, at the time I was a playboy (emphasis on -boy). She was an awesome mate and friend. She was physically attractive, intelligent, cook, clean, submissive, strong, loyal, independent, blah, blah, blah. She was a woman! So when she came along presenting these long-term qualities it shocked me. It really scared me. Taking all race away, my infidelities started with me not being a man before it had anything to do with temptation. Its weird but I was so immature that I sabotaged the relationship. Now add in that she is Asian and we have a few more problems. Starting within the relationship, the way an Asian resolves an issue in a relationship is so different from how a black person may resolve an issue. For instance, most black people are filled with drama. If we have an issue we step to it with no regard for anyone. Not her! She was hesitant to stick up for herself at times for fear of losing friends or burning bridges. Fuck that...sometimes the shit needs to be done. Ok, that may not be a great example but you know what I mean. We different. The way we are raised is different. The way we think is different. Everything is different and it comes out in the mist of a relationship. Its inevitable. Sometimes I found her being Asian to be a problem for me. I found myself having to deal with the fact she was Asian and I was black. I'm not going to stunt, I think I wrestled with the issue for a while myself. I think that it was natural. Check these facts: grew up on a black block, first half of my life I was educated with my own people, never conversed with anyone outside my race (except my pediastrian) until high school, and before Ms. Gold I never approached or dated women outside my race. So to be perfectly honest, she was the first female outside my race I have ever been seen with. The places I socialize, dine, shop, etc., you barely see anyone but black people. I mean be real, when was the last time you saw a white guy at Mr. G's, Home of the Hoagie, Roseland shopping strip, etc. That's my area. I mean it was crazy! But when I did shake the awkwardness, I started feeling the eyes! Ugh! I hate the eyes. Its like damn, "WTF are you looking at?!" It makes me crazy!
Seeing interracial relationships are not uncommon. Soon they will have to have combination races on applications. Its getting crazy! That's why I don't understand why people are still upset. You hear a lot of comedians discuss black women that are unhappy with black men dating outside their races. Personally, I see how it happens. Not going to get into it but the appreciation is crazy. And that's not to discredit the sisters that I have been with. I know two that specifically are equally or greater women. And they were some of the most humble and most appreciative women I know. Anyway, I don't really know what else to discuss. That's my story.
Dating outside your race is definitely harder work. I can only imagine how hard it may be for those that go to have long relationships and drop kids...what do you raise your child as? How do you explain why kids are saying they aren't really black or white or asain etc? Starting and keeping the relationship is difficult but that has to be nuts. I want all my readers to keep an openmind to interracial dating. I wonder, if Barrack was fully black, would he be taking office in 09? And I'm talking about my complexion black too. That "Damn, he black!"-black. Anyway, another weak blog in the books. Subjects anyone! Hit me up.
Courtesy of "My Sibling"
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Hoes and Housewives
I'm Back Joe!
As you can see the topic has been chosen. It's very easy to fall into a cliche mode by explaining the differences between a hoe or a housewife. I don't want to go there. Those titles come in degrees. Let me explain. A hoe can be broken down (or included) into sub-categories (ie bustdown, cunt, whore, slut). Contrary to popular belief, those women are not the same. What the duties of a "housewife" should be is under your own personal perception! With all that being typed, I'm not going to discuss that angle. I want to talk about how I evolved through life to go from wanting a bustdown (that's right you read it!) to wanting to make a life with a good woman.
I have been through a couple crazy relationships in my day. I remember being with my first bustdown. And when I say "being with" I mean I wifed her. How naive I was?! The signs were there, friends pleaded their case and most important of all my mom told me. Mom knows best! I remember I was coming out of a relationship with a smart and physically gifted young lady. She was nice. With the bussa, she was physically gifted but she let everyone open the gift. She caused many problems for me. I honestly can't tell you why I kept fucking with this girl. As I think back I remember being weak mentally and emotionally. I was maturing and coming into my own and much like a caterpillar you are vulnerable to things as you grow. I was into drinking (everyday) and smoking (at least two times a week). I had weak guys around me that brought me down. Some of these guys are still in my life but Im stronger than before and I dont indulge in their bullshit. Anyway, whole other subject (Friend or Foe?...sounds good). Anyway, I was dealing with my parents divorce and the many things that comes with that (ie financial, emotional, mental and family stress). What can I say she capitalized? But there definitely was a star that came and casted a light on her evils and that young lady made me want to be a better man.
In the same college arena (oh yeah, if I didnt mention...the bussa came from NIU) came a young woman that made me want to do better. She actually was the model of the woman that I probably need. She had her rumors surrounding her but I don't give a fuck about that shit. What she did for me was made me want to be better without saying shit! Much like my dad in grooming me as a player he showed me what I had to do and let my personality take over from that point on. I left NIU and she continued to encourage. She never tore me down when I was doing something wrong. Instead I would have to deal with not seeing her when I was doing something crazy or just completed being crazy. She was the first female that made me believe the most cliche black statement ever made...Behind every strong black man is a strong black woman. Before her I thought I was Superman and that everything would come to me, including success. With her I matured to know that I was vulnerable and that if I don't protect myself no one else would and that I have to work for success and every thing that comes with it. Now we are no longer together but she is one of my best friends. I have been in a couple brief relationships since and they have been great women (housewife types). To also give them credit, I have learned and continue to learn from them as they continue to be great friends.
I don't know where else to go with this subject. This is a pretty weak blog. But I feel like its evident what everyone would want in life. As a man, you want a great woman that will work, deliver boys, cook, clean and be hospitable to your visitors. As a woman, you want a great man that will work, deliver some good penis at least until you are 40, wash the dishes, be nice to visitors and pay attention to you after the game is over. But on the subject of why one may attract shitty mates...that's for you to decide. You can say opposites attract or you can also be accurate with "birds of a feather flock together". The answers aren't wrong. I personally know that the time I was with a bussa and the times that I have fucked a hoe, it was me! Me! No one else to blame. I was fucked somehow. Whether it be for the reasons detailed in college or those lonely weekend days where a brother just goes through their entire phone book to find a hit (sorry, yes that's why I called you for real...that's for those that I called or texted out of nowhere after 10 pm). Doesn't matter, I was weak. So who do I prefer, depends on when you ask!
Thanx
Ms. Brown aka My diamond in the rough
As you can see the topic has been chosen. It's very easy to fall into a cliche mode by explaining the differences between a hoe or a housewife. I don't want to go there. Those titles come in degrees. Let me explain. A hoe can be broken down (or included) into sub-categories (ie bustdown, cunt, whore, slut). Contrary to popular belief, those women are not the same. What the duties of a "housewife" should be is under your own personal perception! With all that being typed, I'm not going to discuss that angle. I want to talk about how I evolved through life to go from wanting a bustdown (that's right you read it!) to wanting to make a life with a good woman.
I have been through a couple crazy relationships in my day. I remember being with my first bustdown. And when I say "being with" I mean I wifed her. How naive I was?! The signs were there, friends pleaded their case and most important of all my mom told me. Mom knows best! I remember I was coming out of a relationship with a smart and physically gifted young lady. She was nice. With the bussa, she was physically gifted but she let everyone open the gift. She caused many problems for me. I honestly can't tell you why I kept fucking with this girl. As I think back I remember being weak mentally and emotionally. I was maturing and coming into my own and much like a caterpillar you are vulnerable to things as you grow. I was into drinking (everyday) and smoking (at least two times a week). I had weak guys around me that brought me down. Some of these guys are still in my life but Im stronger than before and I dont indulge in their bullshit. Anyway, whole other subject (Friend or Foe?...sounds good). Anyway, I was dealing with my parents divorce and the many things that comes with that (ie financial, emotional, mental and family stress). What can I say she capitalized? But there definitely was a star that came and casted a light on her evils and that young lady made me want to be a better man.
In the same college arena (oh yeah, if I didnt mention...the bussa came from NIU) came a young woman that made me want to do better. She actually was the model of the woman that I probably need. She had her rumors surrounding her but I don't give a fuck about that shit. What she did for me was made me want to be better without saying shit! Much like my dad in grooming me as a player he showed me what I had to do and let my personality take over from that point on. I left NIU and she continued to encourage. She never tore me down when I was doing something wrong. Instead I would have to deal with not seeing her when I was doing something crazy or just completed being crazy. She was the first female that made me believe the most cliche black statement ever made...Behind every strong black man is a strong black woman. Before her I thought I was Superman and that everything would come to me, including success. With her I matured to know that I was vulnerable and that if I don't protect myself no one else would and that I have to work for success and every thing that comes with it. Now we are no longer together but she is one of my best friends. I have been in a couple brief relationships since and they have been great women (housewife types). To also give them credit, I have learned and continue to learn from them as they continue to be great friends.
I don't know where else to go with this subject. This is a pretty weak blog. But I feel like its evident what everyone would want in life. As a man, you want a great woman that will work, deliver boys, cook, clean and be hospitable to your visitors. As a woman, you want a great man that will work, deliver some good penis at least until you are 40, wash the dishes, be nice to visitors and pay attention to you after the game is over. But on the subject of why one may attract shitty mates...that's for you to decide. You can say opposites attract or you can also be accurate with "birds of a feather flock together". The answers aren't wrong. I personally know that the time I was with a bussa and the times that I have fucked a hoe, it was me! Me! No one else to blame. I was fucked somehow. Whether it be for the reasons detailed in college or those lonely weekend days where a brother just goes through their entire phone book to find a hit (sorry, yes that's why I called you for real...that's for those that I called or texted out of nowhere after 10 pm). Doesn't matter, I was weak. So who do I prefer, depends on when you ask!
Thanx
Ms. Brown aka My diamond in the rough
Monday, November 17, 2008
A**hole or Intimidation?!
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Let me start off with a proper introduction. I am Allen. I am Great. That's all I think you need to know! How are you? Let me know who and how you are...or not...either way you won't bother me. Throughout these blogs you will know exactly how I feel on topics given to me. I will never choose my topics. I never blogged. I don't care for blogging. I was asked to create a blog for my lack of tack and natural willingness to offend anyone. I promised I would try it. So there you have it, my blog serves no real purpose.
Now I begin...
Throughout my life I have dealt with being called many names. I am black-in complexion and race. I think degrading -through name calling aka roasting; jone-ing; heating; the dozens- one another in many forms is one of our favorite pastimes. Our meaning black folks! As of late no one has been clever with their jokes. But I have heard darkness (hating cause I'm chocolate and sexy), blacky, tar, spot and other weak complexion roasts. As of late I have been hearing that i am stubborn. Actually, I have been called an asshole! What nerve, right?!
But I would like for everyone to replace that term with intimidating. I appreciate some of you take me to be superior and that makes you feel the need to call me an asshole. I think its pretty cute! But I am not an asshole. An asshole trips a handicap person at a stop light as they tried to cross the street. An asshole grabs on women's asses in a crowded club. An asshole calls someone at 7 am on a Saturday morning to randomly talk. Me, I curse people out if you wake me up at 7 am on Saturday morning and your Range Rover didn't catch a flat in the middle of Englewood. Me, I curse females out that try to dry hump (doggystyle) my dick in order to get my dick hard ("That hurts bitch, damn!"). Me, I truthfully have never walked an old lady or handicap person across the street. No asshole, I never had the opportunity to (middle finger to those that thought I just walked pass those individuals as they stood on the corner). But I will curse out messengers downtown and bicyclists throughout the city that think a bike is a fucking vehicle. Move that piece of shit, pencil thin vehicle on the side of the street and get out the left turning lane. Please and thank you! See no asshole involved. If you drive, you know how I'm feeling!
Now, I have been dealing with my large personality on another platform lately. Business! Ugh, irritating I must tell you. I will tell you a couple anecdotes. First, I visited a small business counselor recommended to me by a friend's cousin (Senator Trotter). He reviewed my business plan and small budget. He loved the actual plan, the written business plan and he stated the numbers were promising. Within 15 minutes we came to the conclusion that he couldn't help me with grants, loans or finding investors. Regardless of our findings, he fell in love with me (not me but my potential...I'm super straight) and we talked for an extra hour. At the end of our conversation he told me that he advised many people trying to make it in the music industry (oh yeah, I have a music production company...who doesn't right?!). He stated that he never spoke to anyone that he actually believed would do the things they were speaking of (that sounds like gas in my tank though...I don't need anyone pumping my ego...I need people criticizing me to make me better!). But he felt it with me. He said he felt that I was on to something great. He said that the people he has come in contact with have had minor success but nothing major as they would hope...for various reasons (business, talent, management etc). He went on to tell me that his only concern is that my personality is too strong. How in the hell does that sound?! Too strong for who?! A weak ass African that has certificates in business education and has never owned or operated a business. Kick rocks! He pointed out that I dominated our conversation and that he was so overwhelmed by my personality he didn't know what to do. He said for 80% of investors that is very scary because it means I'm not easily controlled. To acknowledge that statement...anyone who is easily controlled is a weak ass person that no one should deal with. And anyone who has problems with strong-minded individuals can kick rocks, become a loser and die. He also advised that I need to control my intensity and learn when to take a backseat in order to get in the front seat when someone ahead of me gets out the car (I loved that analogy but I would honestly prefer to pull whoever is in the front out the car). The African gets a pass on that last one but only cause I love the analogy. But to be honest, I am never going to any small business counselors. I don't care if another mentor refers me. They can all kick rocks. Half the individuals that work at these free facilities do not have businesses, never have attempted to be an entrepreneur, barely college or high school graduates, disconnected from their career of choice and aren't worth the second hand office chairs provided to them. Moving on!
Second story: I went to a SCOREs a couple weeks back. SCOREs is an affiliate of the Small Business Administration. All the counselors are retired executives and business men. Finally, some light peaks through from the end of the tunnel right?! Wrong! An oil tycoon named Jack was my counselor there. He also took a good liking to me. He even told me that he felt old trying to keep up with all the information I deposited into his brain. But he wished I was in the oil business cause I am someone to invest in. He called me a "pure opportunists". But he said since he doesn't know my industry he wouldn't put his money in it. Other than finances there would be no resources he could extend to me. Though I wasn't asking for his money I liked that he even looked at me as he did. We talked for an hour after we quickly found out he couldn't help me. He told me that I am a large but great risk for a strong investor. He compared me to Southwest Airlines (if you don't know their development story, I suggest you research that...compelling and amazing!). He told me I would end up with someone in my industry that was in my position, and my vision refuels their career and love for the industry. But he says I am too strong for most investors. He told me network within my industry and my investor would find me. He says my personality is "gold" and "will attract leaders in the industry". Jack was a cool dude! I must say I felt his presence. I felt that even though he wasn't in my industry, he would be someone to call for advice when I am in a pickle.
Well, I don't know if I lost my way on discussing my personality. But I know I am not an asshole. I am one of the most loyal people that anyone can get to know. I guess that's where the stubborness results in me being looked upon as an asshole. Besides my infidelities, I am pretty loyal in every walk of life. Its the reason I am strong and not easily swayed. I don't fall for too many oke-dokes. I don't think this blog defends my case very well but I don't think words ever will. As great as I am, I would rather those around me (who frequently call me an asshole...LOL...Kiss my ass to you all!) carry my true legacy. I promise with all the asshole comments distributed now, no one will pass the term at my funeral. Not even among reminiscent conversations. When I think of my personality, I always try and ask "if I were to die today what would people say?". Asshole doesn't come to mind. Intimidating...yes...I know I am intimidating. In the words of T.I., "I'm 5'9 with the soul of a 6'4 nigga". Then add I'm handsome, dark complexion (and not that gray, purple dark...think Hershey's Special Dark), smart, witty, loyal, and the list goes on. I leave with this: They say the ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr. Well, I don't see myself dying for a cause of high magnitude so let's substitute legacy for that piece of the statement. I will go against the grain and say my legacy will be worth more than my words. I don't know how many blogs I will do. But you will never get to truly know or feel Allen the Great unless you are around me. I am a scholar in my own right (I was in Who's Who during high school). I am not the best writer and it is pretty difficult for me to express my feelings as well as Ernest Hemingway. My legacy is more important than my words. What I have done on this earth at the end of my days is more important than any rap I wrote at 12, any poem I wrote at 20, or any blog I will write. My actions will not equate being an asshole. I am great and that is what makes me intimidating! What will your legacy be?
Topic Courtesy of Kyles
Let me start off with a proper introduction. I am Allen. I am Great. That's all I think you need to know! How are you? Let me know who and how you are...or not...either way you won't bother me. Throughout these blogs you will know exactly how I feel on topics given to me. I will never choose my topics. I never blogged. I don't care for blogging. I was asked to create a blog for my lack of tack and natural willingness to offend anyone. I promised I would try it. So there you have it, my blog serves no real purpose.
Now I begin...
Throughout my life I have dealt with being called many names. I am black-in complexion and race. I think degrading -through name calling aka roasting; jone-ing; heating; the dozens- one another in many forms is one of our favorite pastimes. Our meaning black folks! As of late no one has been clever with their jokes. But I have heard darkness (hating cause I'm chocolate and sexy), blacky, tar, spot and other weak complexion roasts. As of late I have been hearing that i am stubborn. Actually, I have been called an asshole! What nerve, right?!
But I would like for everyone to replace that term with intimidating. I appreciate some of you take me to be superior and that makes you feel the need to call me an asshole. I think its pretty cute! But I am not an asshole. An asshole trips a handicap person at a stop light as they tried to cross the street. An asshole grabs on women's asses in a crowded club. An asshole calls someone at 7 am on a Saturday morning to randomly talk. Me, I curse people out if you wake me up at 7 am on Saturday morning and your Range Rover didn't catch a flat in the middle of Englewood. Me, I curse females out that try to dry hump (doggystyle) my dick in order to get my dick hard ("That hurts bitch, damn!"). Me, I truthfully have never walked an old lady or handicap person across the street. No asshole, I never had the opportunity to (middle finger to those that thought I just walked pass those individuals as they stood on the corner). But I will curse out messengers downtown and bicyclists throughout the city that think a bike is a fucking vehicle. Move that piece of shit, pencil thin vehicle on the side of the street and get out the left turning lane. Please and thank you! See no asshole involved. If you drive, you know how I'm feeling!
Now, I have been dealing with my large personality on another platform lately. Business! Ugh, irritating I must tell you. I will tell you a couple anecdotes. First, I visited a small business counselor recommended to me by a friend's cousin (Senator Trotter). He reviewed my business plan and small budget. He loved the actual plan, the written business plan and he stated the numbers were promising. Within 15 minutes we came to the conclusion that he couldn't help me with grants, loans or finding investors. Regardless of our findings, he fell in love with me (not me but my potential...I'm super straight) and we talked for an extra hour. At the end of our conversation he told me that he advised many people trying to make it in the music industry (oh yeah, I have a music production company...who doesn't right?!). He stated that he never spoke to anyone that he actually believed would do the things they were speaking of (that sounds like gas in my tank though...I don't need anyone pumping my ego...I need people criticizing me to make me better!). But he felt it with me. He said he felt that I was on to something great. He said that the people he has come in contact with have had minor success but nothing major as they would hope...for various reasons (business, talent, management etc). He went on to tell me that his only concern is that my personality is too strong. How in the hell does that sound?! Too strong for who?! A weak ass African that has certificates in business education and has never owned or operated a business. Kick rocks! He pointed out that I dominated our conversation and that he was so overwhelmed by my personality he didn't know what to do. He said for 80% of investors that is very scary because it means I'm not easily controlled. To acknowledge that statement...anyone who is easily controlled is a weak ass person that no one should deal with. And anyone who has problems with strong-minded individuals can kick rocks, become a loser and die. He also advised that I need to control my intensity and learn when to take a backseat in order to get in the front seat when someone ahead of me gets out the car (I loved that analogy but I would honestly prefer to pull whoever is in the front out the car). The African gets a pass on that last one but only cause I love the analogy. But to be honest, I am never going to any small business counselors. I don't care if another mentor refers me. They can all kick rocks. Half the individuals that work at these free facilities do not have businesses, never have attempted to be an entrepreneur, barely college or high school graduates, disconnected from their career of choice and aren't worth the second hand office chairs provided to them. Moving on!
Second story: I went to a SCOREs a couple weeks back. SCOREs is an affiliate of the Small Business Administration. All the counselors are retired executives and business men. Finally, some light peaks through from the end of the tunnel right?! Wrong! An oil tycoon named Jack was my counselor there. He also took a good liking to me. He even told me that he felt old trying to keep up with all the information I deposited into his brain. But he wished I was in the oil business cause I am someone to invest in. He called me a "pure opportunists". But he said since he doesn't know my industry he wouldn't put his money in it. Other than finances there would be no resources he could extend to me. Though I wasn't asking for his money I liked that he even looked at me as he did. We talked for an hour after we quickly found out he couldn't help me. He told me that I am a large but great risk for a strong investor. He compared me to Southwest Airlines (if you don't know their development story, I suggest you research that...compelling and amazing!). He told me I would end up with someone in my industry that was in my position, and my vision refuels their career and love for the industry. But he says I am too strong for most investors. He told me network within my industry and my investor would find me. He says my personality is "gold" and "will attract leaders in the industry". Jack was a cool dude! I must say I felt his presence. I felt that even though he wasn't in my industry, he would be someone to call for advice when I am in a pickle.
Well, I don't know if I lost my way on discussing my personality. But I know I am not an asshole. I am one of the most loyal people that anyone can get to know. I guess that's where the stubborness results in me being looked upon as an asshole. Besides my infidelities, I am pretty loyal in every walk of life. Its the reason I am strong and not easily swayed. I don't fall for too many oke-dokes. I don't think this blog defends my case very well but I don't think words ever will. As great as I am, I would rather those around me (who frequently call me an asshole...LOL...Kiss my ass to you all!) carry my true legacy. I promise with all the asshole comments distributed now, no one will pass the term at my funeral. Not even among reminiscent conversations. When I think of my personality, I always try and ask "if I were to die today what would people say?". Asshole doesn't come to mind. Intimidating...yes...I know I am intimidating. In the words of T.I., "I'm 5'9 with the soul of a 6'4 nigga". Then add I'm handsome, dark complexion (and not that gray, purple dark...think Hershey's Special Dark), smart, witty, loyal, and the list goes on. I leave with this: They say the ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr. Well, I don't see myself dying for a cause of high magnitude so let's substitute legacy for that piece of the statement. I will go against the grain and say my legacy will be worth more than my words. I don't know how many blogs I will do. But you will never get to truly know or feel Allen the Great unless you are around me. I am a scholar in my own right (I was in Who's Who during high school). I am not the best writer and it is pretty difficult for me to express my feelings as well as Ernest Hemingway. My legacy is more important than my words. What I have done on this earth at the end of my days is more important than any rap I wrote at 12, any poem I wrote at 20, or any blog I will write. My actions will not equate being an asshole. I am great and that is what makes me intimidating! What will your legacy be?
Topic Courtesy of Kyles
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