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Man so I decided to come out the house tell me why there was an entire parade whips kids doing routines girls ladies motorcycles police lol man it was wild music food everything. I pulled out my camera immediately and started recording footage. African flags, DJ’s Trophies Hummers Blazers Lowriders with rims bumping music balloons up in the air Im telling you. So Im still walking after my camera goes dead (thanks to not charing the battery the night before) and a group of super raw bicycles with gold rims and dope paint jobs bend the corner. An old lady was behind me smiling looking at the scene. Walk towards the downward hill where this girl was on her phone. I kept walking reaching for my phone, nothing there. Thinking I left it at home I spot a bench. A family was in the far distance just ahead of the field in front. I sat for a minute thinking, how could I leave the Kit Kat at home. Shaking my head I pull out the amazing bud I had gotten yesterday and proceeded with the roll up process, while thinking of the insane footage I had just gotten.

After rolling up, I got up and decided to walk down into the creek. So I walked down and noticed the stony area up top looked better. Hopped up the steps and sat up top. Unloaded the Mac and listened to my new mixtape for about the fourth time. 

Its awesome. I mean the beats are knocking the lyrics are on point but there is still something else I am trying to reach with this style. I like the carrying of the words on with the instruments in the music. The texture change in they fit with the beat. But the content of these songs are mostly irrelevant and have nothing to do with helping todays society. Its a style like, “Yea Yea, I came on these beats to clown out man I don’t know what you came here to do, but thats what I came here to do man get it in so lets get it! Yo!” Like instantaneous attraction to the music itself and not so much about anything in particular. Buuuuuut you get the point. 

So I got blazed listen to that and got so high, my ass looked down from where I came from and was like well damn. I thought about going down into the creek. So I did so. Hopped down the steps and saw that family was still chillin’ over there. Kinda felt intimidated by the path that led into the creek and stopped for a minute. Though like nah, if I can skateboard Im pretty sure there shouldn’t be a hospital trip. So I hopped over the huge tree that had got knocked down tipped downward into the grassy area that led to the creek. I maxed out for maybe an hour, then rolled up. Listening to that Ab Soul I blazed up. Turned on some Prince and started this blog. 

Yesterday was about an average day. Got woken up and was told the day was starting in minutes. Got dressed in about fifteen minutes bumping that Run This Town Hov and Rihanna. Hope thats how you spell her name. Ride outside got in the car, drove in a circle, ended up at Family Dollar, dropped gf off at her job, dropped me off at the plasma center where I got a quick fifty two dollars, from there went to Family Dollar and bought arm floats that I thought were kites. After the surprise, we headed back home and from there I left. 

After receiving and noticing how awesome the trees were that I had gotten from my plug, I played a few games of Street Fighter and saw how it was not enjoyable to me for some reason. Not like it was a bad game, it just felt slow and fake. The gameplay didn’t stick at all. So I turned it off and there were groceries in the driveway. Went outside pulled the groceries in the house, listened to her shitty day at work and ultimately sent her off to bed. Pretty much it after that ate some Doritos watched Heroes. Everybody’s powers vanished. People got shot and hurt. People are out for vengeance on others now that the powers are mysteriously disappeared. It gets wild, but I grew bored at that and laid down. 

Now I sit chilling, wondering about what Im going to do next. I got new tracks at home, thinking of going back and checking those out. I may sit here a while longer and just think somethings out.

Alright folks, stay cool, don’t eat anything that has radiation coming off of it. 

PEACE

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Nothing super duper. Woke up, washed dishes while listening to Snoop while trying to remember what I did to feel so good the day before yesterday. After washing those I went into the basement and turned on the PS3 to highlight the Video section and traveled down to a file called “Cardio Abs”. Actually before I got to that I surfed around some Martin episodes, some Exile stuff and some other vids, but I overall ended up at that workout vid. 

You want to talk pain? Breathing? I’ve worked out before, done the fit test over a few times so its not like I was a stranger. But every time I get busy I am more surprised by how much weight I carry. By just how heavy I am. But I don’t even feel it when Im walking, doing light jogging or doing daily stuff. But those stomach twist and leg lifts? Out of energy and breathing like someone was sucking the oxygen right out of my lungs. Im a smoker (no cigs just cannabis) so like I said before its no surprise. Its just crazy. I need to be on it though every morning so that I can get my foot back into the door of fitness and healthy living. I mean I know it requires proper dieting, cleaner water etc etc but stretching these muscles, waking up these muscles and getting my breath rotation back right is most certainly in the right direction.

So after the agony I showered got dressed and watched an episode of Martin with lunch. Just a couple tots with a sandwich and some hot and spicy cheezits. Things good man. I finished off the box while playing 2K on 360 fuck. Dallas didn’t want to lose so we went overtime. We came out on top though, my created player was player of the game. We got big passes and plenty of good looks so many assist were on the board. 

Turned that off watched a few episodes of The Simpsons. The one where Bart made Nelson bleed, and the one where Lisa had the blues and met the jazz man Bleeding Gums. I got extremely bored after that and decided to get some air. 

I walked to the backyard to a black cat with white paws chilling looking round. I sat on the step, plugged in my earbuds and hit play on Snoop. Fucked around on Facecrook and IG got bored with that and turned the 4G LTE off. Looking back up at the cat it was sleeping peacefully. The sky was a silvery blue. Pretty cool winds rustled through the leaves and trees. The cat woke up and saw me. I tried to call it over, but you know kitties. Just sat there. Listening to more music, switched over to Pharrell now. This time when I made the kitty cat sound (you know, that “tick tick tick” noise) the cat walked on over towards me, stopped and got on its back and starting wiggling around. Then a squirrel came out, and it and the cat had a quick stare down moment, like wild west but on animal mode. Squirrel went up the tree, stopped and starred at the cat, but the cat had already been looking on to other things. 

Going back in I thought and said “You know what, I want to play with Jordan” booted up 2K for PS3. Completely different controls than the other one I play, so I lost by like five points to the Wizards. Big disappointment. Went up stairs cleaned off a pair of OSIRIS that had been due for a cleaning ages ago. I just scrubbed off the big stains and dirt. They look pretty good now. Back down stairs and into the basement I did a little thinking and went back outside. Listening to Ludacris, he inspired me to do a little something, so I did. 

Terrible syndrome, don’t know whats causing it but I get all built up, all energized and ready to spit that good flame that people know Napalm for but as soon as the beat drops and I hit record its like all that just vanishes. Very annoying yes. But I did what I could do and I got some specials in on a few tracks so I guess I shouldn’t complain. But whatever thats annoying its an interference on my concentration and its not cool. 

Thats pretty much it tho. Worked on some music, my girlfriend came home from a shitty day at work. She told me all about it and I told her what she should do about it. She said she will attempt to do so. I had her cut up some potatoes so that I could fry them up, and so it happened. We ate with Bernie Mac until that went off and Martin came on. I sent her to sleep, downloaded an old song that popped into my mind called “Standing On The Top” by Rick James and the Temptations, man is that a classic piece of music. We used to get down and wild when that song came on. I mean its was party time for really real. Did a little more music engineering and now Im typing this. 

I notice, that whenever I find ways to make my energy purer as well as create a higher vibration its like something can’t take that and smushes all of that down then kicks it far, far away. I remembered how important I was to the world after reading old, really old blogs of my life a few days ago, and that relit a fire inside I hadn’t had for a very long time. I was feeling like “why live” “Its pointless” until I had read those blogs. I took part in so many different activities, had many friends, many MANY up and downs and all sorts of parties, family times and those feelings came back, my old humor came back, everything came back as if to say “We’ve Been Waiting On You! Welcome Back”. But since that day its been harder and harder to keep those emotions and good feelings up and alive. Maybe its suppose to be a fight. They say you see the sunshine after you weather the storm.

Well I’m pretty crabby and aggravated so I guess I’m headed to bed. I love you guys. Don’t do bad things if its not necessary for survival. 

PEACE

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Welp, nothing really extraordinary. One of my ex’s had their baby yesterday, so of course I dropped a congrats. Looks like they got a baby boy. I can’t say anything else but, Congratulations and Good Luck! If you’re reading this, I hear parenting is one hell of a ride and I know you have the experience but you can never be too prepared! From Your friend Napalm lol. Oh wait I guess that is extraordinary huh

I don’t see myself having any children anytime soon. My rebel self if saying “Nigga, why would you bring more life into a melting shithole such as this? Do you want him to go through all the same shit you did? You still are?” I know there were good times as well as bad, but is it worth it? Was it worth it? Thats another topic. Im trying not to leave any big holes in these blogs so Ill say, yes it was worth it to ME, but the question is do it think its worth it enough to bring another life into this world. But then another side of me says “Awww! I want a son! Or a daughter! I want to teach them, learn from them, have my own little ball of spity slobby eye gleaming joy to hold and kiss and lay down take naps with”. But if there is one thing I’ve learned from everybody, is that its best that your pockets are up before indulging too much into that idea.

Other than that, just hanging, waiting on my ride to the plasma center. Waking up from a weird as dream I had an itch to spit some freestyle, and so I did while in the bathroom. Its crazy because Im remembering the real purpose of freestyle. I was so wrapped up in putting bars together that I forgot the sole core is finding truth, within anything, everything and yourself. Its to tell stories, to explain other places to people who have never been and will probably never go. Once you start unlocking and digging deeper into your mind you even surprise yourself with words themes memories and thoughts you didn’t even know you had. Freestyle to me is about keeping up with yourself, setting yourself on a path just to free yourself from it, then return to it. Its about exploring to see where your mind will take you. I can’t say it enough, but I get disappointed at how much filler and junk is up there at times. But then I feel blessed and bright just for being able to point that out to myself. Its not to be conceited or sound better than whoever, but Ive learned its harder than you think to see yourself, to watch and control your own actions, which is why Im EXTRA careful these days. Im not eighteen any more, and that means consequences follow up behind everything I do.

Chillin, listing to Prince. Thinking on finishing this song I started, thinking about skating and about this devil energy that keeps trying to steal my voice, heart, spirit soul and self worth away from me. Its evil. It slows you down to dumb, it doesn’t want you to be too smart because it knows thats the way up to God. The smarter you are, the more weapons you have against the devil. So he pulls you back by throwing you off, doing things you didn’t expect, finding things he knows you wont be ready for, stinging you, burning up your brain making it feel like its on fire. Stealing your spiriting away from you completely, or making it feel so low that you don’t want to do anything but curl up into a ball and lay there until the day is over. Devil makes you feel angry at everything, makes you feel like destroying everything, makes you feel like nothing is of value and that life is worthless, makes you want to die. The key, my friends, is friends. Ones that believe in what you believe in. Ones that have your back no matter what is going on in the world. Ones that love you so much, they always want to know if you’re okay. The key is family too, but family can be harsh. I think its because of the the worlds negative experiences. 

But still chilling waiting on my ride. Get this twenty and get on with Friday to pick up that forty two. I got a big surprise last Friday, like seventy four, an extra thirty. Got food, filled up the tank and got blazed. Cant say I did all that bad. A job is in DIRE need of still tho. My phone bill is due next week, but I think she gets paid next week so. And thats another thing

I pull my weight around here by keeping the house running (thats a skill dammit!) cutting her kids hair, cleaning up after myself (Which is supposed to be an automatic but in this generation.. pfft) put dough up when need be but honestly I feel defeated. Im used to having my own cash, my own dough, Im used to being Player One. But for some odd stinkin reason its IMPOSSIBLE for me to find a job. Or when an opportunity comes, its like all the craziest possible shit that can ruin that opportunity happens and well, I go into a slump of “Im tired of looking for work” or the famous “I didnt want to be a slave anyway” and then even “More time to to focus on getting UFO off the ground” knowing damn well it takes money to make money. Smh. But I work to build it up and well, Im about ready for another opportunity. So Im putting in apps, letting agencies know Im up and running again. Lets see what happens with that. 

Ride will be ready at two. Its One twenty nine now. Guess I’ll sneak in a game of 2K before I leave.

Ight folks, stay open but stay safe.

PEACE

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Woke up and ran to the bathroom at least three times. Don’t know what I ate, whatever it was had me on marathon mode. Came back down stairs to wash dishes and wonder what I would make to eat. Not like there was much choice. Turkey sandwich cold with american cheese on wheat with tater tots and a side of Gilmore Girls. The episode where they threw a play about the last supper. Hilarious. But only as usual seeing as how I like the show. I saw five boxes of the seasons at a thrift store but didn’t get them. *smacks forehead*. That bled into Dawson’s Creek, which I turned into My Wife and Kids. Wondering what I Should do, my girlfriend came downstairs and complained she didn’t feel like doing anything. I said “Well don’t”. She said, in shrilly winey voice “But I have to”. So I said “Well what are you waiting on”. I proceeding to clap my hands like I was at a sporting event yelling “Get Up, lets Get em, Lets GO” Eventually she went up stairs get dressed got her kids and slummed out the door. 

Some kind of My Wife and Kids marathon, the episodes where they go to Hawaii. I thought “Hey, I should cut my hair”. And so I did. Not a bad job either. Take your time, Do it right. Her and her kids soon returned, banging on the door like they didn’t have keys. I yelled out the window, “USE THE KEY!” They yelled back, “We have BAGS in our HANDS!” So I yelled back, “PUT THEM DOWN! THEY WONT DISAPPEAR” Of course they said “We CANT!!” I go downstairs and open the door for them, then go back up and continue sharpening my barber skills. After cutting my hair, I cut both of their heads. One of their heads looks crispity sharp and clean, but the other one wouldn’t stop moving his watermelon dome around so he got a few patches. Hey, he’s gotta learn some way, right? I did what I could tho to make him look decent. 

After that she complained her foot hurt and that she’s going upstairs to relax. I sit thinking about finding work, playing Dead or Alive 4 and many other things that I shall blog on later. 

Well ight. Anything else super happen, Ill blog.

PEACE