When I was in Middle school I noticed the so-called bullies were usually just loud boisterous idiots who carefully hand-picked targets who wouldn’t stand up for themselves. My favorite moments were when they eventually approached the wrong kid, on the wrong day, and in the wrong way.
While I’m not…
While I’ll speak generally here, firstly because the lessons I’ve learned from my near thirty-five years of experience are mainly universal, and not necessarily from within the confines of my own family, as some have been observed through other close relationships in my personal life — which is to say…
Yo, get up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You aren’t just your worst enemy, you just might be your only worthy opponent. I love you but I won’t watch you give up, not after all the shit you’ve given me for trying, actively and openly — even if we’d both…
Imagine being a grown 56-year-old man, and still touting a nickname given to you in high school, proudly and publicly.
Better yet, imagine being a so-called leader of a local labor union — IBEW 98 to be exact — and acting like a child after being found guilty on Federal…
If I never again have the debate about whether addiction/alcoholism is a choice or disease, it’ll be too soon. Especially considering, I see from both sides of the fence because I’m open-minded enough to. …
I remember being twelve or thirteen, rightfully getting grounded for something a thirteen-year-old has no business doing — and telling my Dad “I Hate Everything”.
Granted, if my teen or child ever said such to me, I’d immediately make an appointment with a therapist, not walk out of the room…
I spent roughly half my life, running my mouth and the other half, with it shut tight. The irony is not lost on me, people believed me more when I was a kid — possessing little more than talk, with three idiots twice my size and half my IQ behind…
Roughly two weeks ago, from the time I begin to write this, a 66-year-old man was driving down Rowland Avenue, in my hometown of Philly--when a stray bullet struck him in the head, killing him almost instantly.
The stray bullet left the gun of a 21-year-old, who made his way…
When I appeared far off, I was close by. Each and every move I made that appeared impulsive and wreckless, was intentionally drawn up, designed, and drafted that way. They call it deceptive, I called it strategy.
People who never fought fair a day in their life and wouldn’t know…
I didn’t grow up poor, we just didn’t have the shit I saw on commercials and yearned for, knowing it was out of our reach financially. …
