Peace Michael...

I was in a classroom yesterday and some kids were laughing and carrying on about the news about Michael Jackson's passing. I didn't understand why. I brushed it off as these were bad ass kids and that's why they are in summer school anyway. But then I really started to piece it together.

Kids make fun of it because they don't relate. They weren't alive when he was really big, they don't really know anything about him other than he was once really popular. What they have seen is him being taken back and forth to court for child molestation cases. To anyone under say 20 he is just some freak that looks like someone with bad hair pieces and a messed up face.

They don't know that he was probably the greatest performer ever. There has never been another performer that has had a moment that he had. Every performer since has tried to have that moment but none have ever come close. That night on Motown 25 was his defining moment. That is when he blew past Elvis, Bing, Sammie and any other. He was equal to them before he took the stage that night and when he was done on that stage he was a giant.

He changed the game and although his off the stage persona was freakish, when he stepped into an venue it was sold out, it was crazy and he was that GIANT once again. I was saddened by the whole things because it's just another reminder that I'm getting old. I can remember seeing the Triumph tour in Dodger Stadium with my cousins. I remember as a kid wondering why these girls were crying and screaming the whole night. 3+ hours straight tears and crying like they were watching Jesus.

I've been lucky enough to see some great moments on TV in my life. I saw Dr. J go behind the backboard against the Lakers. That was HUGE. I saw Reggie Jackson's 4 home run night in the World Series, I saw Reagan get shot, I watched the Space Shuttle blow up, I watched the second plane hit the building on 911. I saw all those events live, but none of them gave me chills like seeing Michael perform at that Motown 25. I remember going to school the next day and that is all people were talking about.

My daughter called me yesterday telling me about it and she had a tone in her voice like it was funny. She is from that Usher, Chris Brown era. I wanted to tell her so bad that the people she liked are probably someone crying because Mike is who they WANT to be.

So my diet hit that snag..

I've been doing pretty good. I've avoided the two things I love to eat more than anything (stop thinking nasty). Kettle Chips and Hot wings. I've given them up cold turkey and I've dropped 19lbs in about 6 weeks. I haven't been avoiding things as so much as I've been watching what I eat, portion sizes and trying to keep my caloric intact under 2000. It's been pretty easy. UNTIL TODAY.

So I took off yesterday and did some fishing. Got my fish on and didn't do my usual 3-4 beers and a double bacon cheeseburger while on the boat. Instead I had water and a patty melt. I was cool. I got up this morning and ate my Kashi cereal, had my banana and drank two glasses of water. By 8am I'm usually hungry again and I eat some fruit. But not today.

At 8am Angela walks in the office with 2 boxes of Krispy Kremes. Shut must have been driving by when the red light went on cause these things were still warm. I happen to be walking in right as she put them down on the table. I could feel the warmth generating out of the box. It was a cozy warmth. That kid you get around Christmas Eve as a kid when you know tomorrow is gonna be the Shit.

So I side eye the box and keep it moving. Now the ladies in the office don't know that I'm on a diet but can tell I've been dropping the weight. About 5 minutes pass and one of the other ladies sends out the email thanking Angela for the donuts . Then it happens. Someone opens the box and the smell envelopes the room like marijuana does. That type that makes you lift your head up like a groundhog.

I finally cracked. I couldn't take it no more. I bust out of my cubicle like I heard my car alarm going off. Damn near knocked over one of the little ladies in the office who was standing in my way. I grabbed two donuts and polished off one before I got back to my seat. Knocked back the second and was like man I got to get out of here. They melted in my mouth like cotton candy and I knew it was trouble.

I tell the boss, that I was going to go do some work at one of the other schools in our district. I was hoping someone was finish those boxes before I get back. I walked into the next office, say hello to the secretaries and exchange pleasantries. What I had to work on was a server in their data closet. I walk through the door and into the lounge where the closet is and BAM!. Two boxes of Krispy Kremes. Seems someone at this office had the same idea as Angela. I turned around, told the ladies I had forgotten something at the office and I would be back.

Its only 10:15 and I'm scared to go anywhere. I might just go home sick today. These damn donuts are following me. They just be calling me and calling me.......

Oh no this bitch didn't......

Hey peeps, been gone for a minute doing the real life thing. But since I'm up early today and my daughters graduation doesn't start for another three hours I thought I would get one in real quick.

So here is the scenario. I meet this girl a while back and we kick it, I seal the deal and everything is groovy. We don't really do the whole relationship thing just more of a friends with bennies. So one day I'm thinking about her so I shoot her a text. She hits me back and is like hey lets do lunch. blah blah blah. So I'm like sure, let's do it. We plan it and I show up thinking its all good and this heffa shows up with her MAN and they proceed to try and let me know it aint going down like that anymore etc. I'm totally shocked. Bitch could have told me this over the phone or via text right? So it goes further. She tells me they are married and how he is the love of her life and I shouldn't call her anymore. I'm look congratulations etc etc...

So over the next few months I get emails from her but they are all regarding religious ideology and how she is saved and stuff and how I need to settle down and the right woman is out there for me etc. I get probably 2-3 hundred emails a day so I skim over most of them anyway. It got to the point where I didn't even open hers. I just kept it moving to the deleted folder.

Fast forward to yesterday. My daughter has a hair appointment to get her wig split for her promotion this morning. I pull up and scoop up my seed and make some verbal insults to the local Laker Fans standing outside the barber shop. This car pulls up in front of me and look who it is. It's old girl. Now I don't interact with many females in front of my daughter for obvious reasons. So my daughter (very catty) is like who is that daddy. I'm like that's an old friend. Old girl is like trying to make small talk but I'm unresponsive. I'm like I gotta run. Nice seeing you, blah blah blah.

So I continue with my evening and I get up this morning and I got and email from old girl.......


Call me 951 XXX-XXXX... I'm divorced


They always come back................................. I still deleted the email. Fuck that. I don't run a revolving door establishment.

Sad Day

My son (4) has a little girlfriend(5) that lives down the street. She moved away this morning. My son is literally heartbroken. I know as an adult he will get over it but damn if he isn't the saddest person on earth right now. I'm talking that sadness that made me cry with him.

Brother man broke his old man down today. And what do you say to him to get him to bounce back? It's not like he is 16 and you just take him some place where other girls are. He is 4. He isn't interested so much in girls as this was his best friend moving away.

I'm at a loss.