So I've done what I believe to be a good interview with TruGreen. Probably ran away with my imagination a little bit towards the end, but I did get him to chuckle and loosen up a bit during the set and he did say "great answer" on more than one inquire.
Barring the gift of laughter. People need to laugh. Its naturally neccesary. Being around kids has me wondering; how do they not have a care in the world? Probably because they dont have the stress of being under constant depression like those of us who pay bills, run businesses or raise kids. But besides that, even after they have done something wrong, and a privalige of theirs has been taken away or they've been scolded, they still are not saddened because of a true gift.. A real happiness that is buried deep within their souls. No toy or TV could ever take that away form those kids. A real lesson to me; Im always buried deeply into a TV show, a video game book or music. So how could I ever know where MY own happiness is buried within me if Im always busy with something else? Thats a big part of being a citizen. Knowing how to lighten the air. We are all under pounds of stress every single day. Somebody has to cut through that, right? Its unhealthy for our minds and bodies. And its not easy breaking that mode of mind without sounding, or outright being fake. Or is it? Everyone wont understand this, at least not right away and there are many of us who still run away from what we do not understand. I point the finger at myself purely on that. Love.
In my opinion love can be any and everything. And thats scary because, in this life you can run. You can run away from responsiblilties, people, hell the world. I AM PROOF of that. Granted you'll be broke, you wont have any nice things or any friends, but it IS possible to brush the world away. Love is there in everything you do. Whatever you touch. What you think. You must be fully devoted, or it will haunt you instead of help you. Let love do its thing, because it can hurt at times for it reveals truth and leaves you open to new things. The way we handle new truth..
We all have what I like to call, a “way” about how we would like things to be, or how we want things to go. Thats such a terrible box to live in, which is why its rough whenever I try to be social. (Look at how I hang these excuses up haha). I've made it a duty not to live in any kind of box. In fact, its tough for me to even see what people are talking about at times because, thats a box. People always have some kind of “main point” or “I say that to say this” attitude when conversating. So when they talk to me, its crazy because I dont fall into any obvious contraptions. I always try to stay as optimistic as the situation allows.
Beautiful, stinking streets of cities. Filled with lies, smiles, attitudes, but mostly music. I break fools down into streams of shapes, sounds and colors. At times, I get looked at as a hero. Gave a kid my last dollar at FYE because, he was one dollar short. Whole store melted into a TV series about it. I didnt care. My goal was the kid, and filling in his missing puzzle piece. I was in fact uncomfy and left. Crazy what people will harp over. I guess thats just me living in my own little box where people should only harp where I see fit. Other times, Im looked at as a villian. Who is this guy. Who does he think he is. We do things like this round here. If you aint like the rest of us, you can go. Little do those guys know though, I feel the exact same. What a minute how was the last time a hero?
Im not trying to be white or black. (I definitely take up for MY PEOPLE that are of African, Egyptian culture). I hate that term “being black” its such a stereotype. I hate the word stereotype. Im not down for what TV has made the term “black” into. This gold chain, skinny jean american eagle aeropostale, ray ban wearing race who bump lil wayne and miley cirus. Shits sick. I am an orignal skate fashion artist, who even lived the skate life for a number of years before the TUBE got their money sucking hands on the whole style and just exploided it for dollars like they do (and have done) with everything else, including pregnant teens, retarded people and cancerous children. I got laughed out of some places for wearing what these kids do today. Ahead of my time some said. We are the rarest race on Earth, African Americans. Its a gift really. People show respect and fear those who are not as common as the next man. Everyone is used to man or woman being on one path, to be better than one another or the next. But us as “Black Folk”, we tend to exceed the standard without even trying. Its a natrual to demand attention from the crowd. This is a scary ability though. Imagine living like Micheal Jackson used to everyday! People running up to you asking you questions, asking for advice, asking where you got this and that, asking you how you live and who are your family, how are you still alive and how you made it to where you are today, just for being “Black”. Insanity.
Ive been up wasted for weeks in hotels. Ive dated the hottest. Been interested in drugs. (Came outta that though). Ive been in shootouts, had a gun pointed at me, been busted at. Ive been robbed. Been in fights. Ive bought hundreds of dollars of merchandise from my city's main mall. Ive stolen many times. Ive pulled trickery over people. Lied. Ive done all that Good vs Bad Black fantasy ish that everybody harps over. That everyone believes every black person does. That everyone believes is Life. That ish is ignorance at its finest. Mind control at its most deadliest.
Ill still take advantage though when I get bored. Ill rock multicolored gems around my neck and light a spliff. Ill smile at people with a sparkling rainbow mouth and step out in some unknown sneaks. Why? Because growing all that was straight up magic to me. So travel to the past? Bring up Santa Clause? No. I cant go buy him. He wasnt magic. He was a dream. But those ice wearing new shoe everyday guys on my block and on my tv screen were Gods. So would I be considered a God to myself? Whoo!
Its not about that as much as people think. You want people to look up to you, of course. But not for making it far in a game that another man set up for you, you idioctic lab rat. You want people to see you for being turning out exactly the way you wanted to.
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