Time Out (P.S.A.)

28May10

May 28, 2010

5: 22 a.m.

Location: DC Metro

(This post is NOT about you Dom. I like you, I enjoy your commentary here, VSB, and ABIB)

Everytime I hear timeout my mind instantly drifts to April 5, 1993. This was day Chris Webber called the infamous time-out. Before I go there. Let’s talk about the Fab Five. They were the world to dudes like me. They had stupid confidence. They didn’t yield to anyone. They were apart of that hip-hop generation (before it was cool to be so and before hip hop died a few times over) and they were unapologetic about it. They had their shorts tailored to be baggy and large. They wore black socks with their Huarache trainers. Huaraches!!! Arguably one of the best sneakers ever made (any sneaker fan who has/had a pair can tell you why). They were the shit.
And we ALL wanted to be like them. We all fashioned our game on someone from their team. I spent countless hours in my backyard trying move horizontally like Rose. I wore my ankle weights on one leg to get the quick first step in the post like Webber. He had this gallop move where the defender would try to count his dribbles and pace to determine when he would shoot, but his first step was so quick, he would drop his shoulder and : (a) defender would slide and he would do a behind the back pass to Rose or Howard, (b) Dunk on whoever contested and swing over their head. They were great.

I honestly don’t think they are the best college team ever, hell, they aren’t even my favorite (UNLV 1990-91 is the best college squad I’ve ever seen. Period. You know that 91′ game was fixed, quit playin’…), but the impact of the Fab Five is still seen throughout sport on every level today. After that time out, I remember every coach & player in every organized game I ever played informing everyone about how many timeouts, fouls, minutes in the game, etc. It was a pivotal moment.

This is a pivotal moment as well. I am calling a time out to speak candidly on the blog, the posts, the meaning, people who comment, etc.

I got in late. I worked late at my second job; after I left I saw one of my girls…you know how that go: kissing, licking, sucking…we didn’t have sex. I left her, caught Five Guys before they closed and sat down to enjoy my burger and fries. Lately, I’ve been using the malt vinegar for my fries. I know it’s English style (Fish & Chips), but it’s actually good, especially when the fries are hot.

This is a busy weekend, I’ve got two friends graduating: one a Catholic, the other at Georgetown. I’m proud of dudes. One of I just met this year, the other I reconnected with after a minute. I’m just glad brothers are thriving, for real. I may not make it to the graduations, but I will at least attend one celebratory event. I got invited to Virginia to visit some friends of my parents, but I don’t know if I’ll go. Me and J (what up, I’ll call you today/tomorrow) are supposed to kick it, he was wrapped up with his parents in town, so now we’re gonna see what’s going on this weekend.
“Kel” is sleep. I’m typing in another room. I’m actually tired, but what has been happening needs to be addressed.

See, it’s going to take me a shorter time that I anticipated to make a real impact here. I already have a nice network of mentors, employers, friends, associates, etc. who are really trying to help me get to where I want to be. It’s been very good, I actually met with a man and woman who are both 3 to 4 degrees from the President. It’s amazing. Sometimes, I’m in awe at the way things come together. It’s been a real blessing for me, no doubt. Despite some trials and a LOT of tribulations, I still got people looking out. An old thug once told me that his mother prayed the thug out of him. I laughed because I didn’t understand. He said that there was a time in his life when he was committing crimes, living an unruly life, and didn’t really care or believe in a higher being; but his mother did. He said that even though he wasn’t praying and was a non-believer, she was and that’s probably what saved his life. You never know what people are doing to and for you. That’s what I learned that day.

If you haven’t noticed, I’ve always been a little hard headed. I’ve been blessed to be a bit smarter than average. Look better than average and fortunately I live in a country where that can be all the difference between sleeping in the street or sleeping in a suite. I took notice early, and in some instances (as noted) I have exploited it. It’s a gift and a curse. I’ll give you an example:

Gift: I went to Busboy and Poets a few weeks ago after an event to order some wings to go. There were three people trying to get the bartender’s attention for takeout orders before I walked in. Well, I walk in with my suit on, immediately catch her eye. She takes my order first (laughs).

Curse: I showed up for work a month or so ago in my suit wearing monochromatic format (all the same colors, different shades). The paralegal looked me up and down. She had on wrinkled dockers, polo style shirt, hair in a pony tail. She asked if I was going somewhere (laughs), I told her “I’m here to work”. The next week she was dressed in her Sunday’s finest. When she saw me she made a snark comment that she didn’t “know what your job is anyway“, I laughed at her. She was a little upset, I guess she thinks I’m coming to replace her (shrugs).

Point is, I make people feel some kind of way. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is bad. I changed my quote after I was, “inspired” (laughs). The new quote is “Arrogance is when my confidence meets you insecurity”. I’ve actually been saying that for years. It may surprise you who that quote is credited to: Mike Tyson. I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that quote epitomizes me and brothers like me.

It’s hard being a confident Black dude. Seriously. I’m from the south and there is racism that literally beats you down. It breaks you mentally, physically, emotionally, and sometimes spiritually. All of you. So in a sense, it is a necessity just for sanity. I actually get my confidence from my mother. She wasn’t very confident when she was young, so she told herself that when she had children, she would instill them “with greatness”. My father is self-assured. He is self-assured in a way that he want to show the world though. We clash (as noted). My confidence differs with his, whereas, mine is exclusive in thought; I don’t rely on anyone else’s doubt or reassurance to gather it (confidence). Sometimes I wield it like a weapon aiming and destroying all frailty I cross paths with. Sometimes, it gets out of hand. This is going to sound crazy, but I’m so confident, that I honestly don’t believe that the world has much to do with me succeeding. I genuinely feel that with the talent I’ve been given, I can do anything. Like, my talent will allow me the ability to make certain contacts, connections, impressions, etc. that lead me exactly where I want to be.

Don’t get me wrong, I think the world can slow me; hell, it has slowed me. Humbled me. Trust me, it has. But the fact that I have been poor enough to sell my CD’s to F.Y.E. for gas money, poor enough to commit crimes, angry enough to fight strangers, high enough to pass out, drunk enough to confuse dreaming with reality, sick enough I can’t stand, hurt enough to beg for death, and strong enough to die and come back…..how can I not feel invincible? Huh? Can you answer that (yeah, YOU). For example, I think if I had not gotten sick, I would already be a millionaire, square biz. But like Jadakiss said on Still Feel Me:

“Road to riches is taking me longer/it ain’t kill me yet/ so it’s making me stronger/I don’t know if it’s the hate, frustration or hunger/That keep a nigga goin’/rappin’ for reason/ shit don’t just happen/ shit happen for a reason/ I’m that dude/ Like it or love it/I do my thing in the hood or get right with a budget/Ain’t afraid to give my life to the public/And when you see me next time/We can further discuss it..“

Part of the reason I’m writing this is to clarify. I’m going to come full circle, since some of you all get confused.

Because of my raised profile and my goals, in a few years, I may delete the blog. I was planning a big ‘reveal’, but due to all of the hate/attention I’ve garnered, I just can’t afford to do that. Like, I would need at least 2 commas to insulate myself from the possible backlash. I have a few big things that I want to do and it may involved being in the spotlight. As anyone who knows me will tell you, I actually don’t like the spotlight unless it serves a beneficial purpose. For example, if I were in entertainment/sports, it would be logical for me to have a twitter, facebook, myspace, etc. to raise my profile to sell my brand. Those industries are tailored towards high profile individual. You must also know the type of people are typically apart of that industry: self-indugent, self-absorbed, vain, superficial, and insecure. These are not simply words or shots, but based on psych-analysis from Jung and Freud. As I have alluded, I read alot. I am actually a fan of Jung, who to me is the better psychologist, but Freud gets all the publicity. Jung’s work actually focuses more the individual journey towards inner unity. Freud’s theory never adapted. Like, in the post before this one (promiscuity part 3) there was a person giving bullshit psych-analysis about “guys with sister, protecting women, etc” well, when I mentioned all of this immediately it shoots this theory down. So, she/he resorts to insults, rather, than actually reexamining her theory, she tries to construe me to fit into her theory, Freudian. Jung’s approach teaches that there is a deeper layer of the human subconscious that is not only personal, but a part of the collective that is the human experience. With that said, considering my experiences alone do not affect how I think, but also the people, places, things…the entire world has an affect on my subconscious. LOL. I laughed because: (a) I just corrected an idiot, (b) I just showed the same idiot how to correctly insult me (how cool is that?), (c) I just gave a lesson in psychology, (d) I am/was never a psych major, just well read, and (e) I’m a little disappointed I had to explain that because I expect people who read MY blog to actually be smarter than the average poster at ‘bubbleheadbitcheswithlowselfesteemwhoneedreassurancesotheyhateanyonewhoisnotlikethem.blogspot.com’ (shaking my head).

Next: The posts. My posts are a combination of alliteration, hyperbole, metaphors, similes, epics, etc. I just love language. I am a fan of great writing from Voltaire to Saul Williams to Jay-Z to Nietzsche to Jung to James Ellroy to Bret Easton Ellis to Tom Wolfe to Vince Flynn….I could go on. I sometimes take for granted that everyone is not that diverse. Everyday I have to remember that me and my friends, colleagues, neighbors, church members, etc. are all unique because we’ve been afforded alot of opportunities, education, money, etc. to diversify ourselves, and everyone has not or will not.
When I write in a post entitled: “Promiscuity pt. 3” about being in MIDDLE SCHOOL preying on insecure people (in the post, I didn’t just note women/girls), it means that I was in MIDDLE SCHOOL. This means I was not an adult yet. This means that the same insecurity that these kids had, I had some in me (based on immaturity alone) though I had more self-esteem than they did. Also, you can infer from that post and past posts, that women are my habit, i.e. a vice. Some people drink, party, eat, etc. Well, I macked. All vices are not illegal; nor or they all contemptuous, actually many are self-gratifying. If you could just open you mind up a little, you could see that. The reading comprehension of the web is really at a slow pace or either some of you are (forgive) just stupid. Seriously, are you reading the posts? When I speak in a post titled “Sparring” I a drawing a visual line between boxing/fighting and a particular relationship. There is a line in the beginning of the post that actually states “this feels like a fight”. Why, oh why, are posters/poseurs asking me do I think of a relationship as a fight?? Why are posters telling me I look at relationships like a fight? Why are posters angry because I would not be some woman’s victim? My God, seriously? When I speak in a post called “Like Me” it is a tale of a woman emulating the actions of a man, however, she is ‘blindsided’ by a man, because of she is not one. Put it this way: if she were a man, she would have seen that coming because guys know damn well if you are in the street (1), dealing with money, drugs, or women (2), that eventually some other man (3) will come trying to take it all from YOU. The post was relaying her feminine instinct to nuture, trust, and care deprived her of the good sense to know number 1-3. Sigh. It is unfortunate that I had to just type that out. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. Imagine writing this great movie or novel, with all this depth and character development, then having to explain it to the audience because a handful of people keep saying “I don’t get it, I don’t get it” or “that hurt me, that hurt me” YET. Pause. They keep coming back (laughs). Seriously? I need some of you to either (a) pay better attention in English Lit, (b) pick up a book NOT written by Zane, Eric Jerome Dickey, E Lynn Harris, Terry Woods, etc., (c) stop reading my blog, or (d) all of the above. Choices: that’s what life is all about.

Third: My blog is not for everyone. Do you see that title above, what does it say…I’ll help you: “Adventures, Advice, Inquiry, and Insight from an Upscale Black Male“. If you don’t know what an Attolini suit is and you think Gucci is as good as it gets. This may not be for you. If you Don’t know what a Kiton suit is, this may not be for you. If you didn’t know that part of the allure of owning a Patek Phillipe watch is because the value actually appreciates, this blog may not be for you. If you didn’t know that rolling you blunts inside out makes it burn slower, this may not be for you. If you didn’t know that pouring you vodka/gin into a large bowl, placing ice in alcohol, placing it in the freezer where the ice melts and pouring the vodka back into the bottle increases the volume of alcohol, this blog may not be for you. If you don’t have any tattoos, this blog may not be for you. If you have never been invited anyplace to party with people who are on televisions, this may not be for you. If you have not read any book this year (it’s fucking June), this may not be for you. If you do not have men/women approach you, this may not be for you. If you have not been in relationship or had relations in the past 3 years, this may not be for you. If you do not know who Jobe is, this may not be for you. If you do not know who Pinky XXX or Justin Slayer is, this may not be for you. If you think Kobe Bryant is the next Michael Jordan, this is NOT for you (laughs). If you think guys tell you everything they think and do, this is not for you.

Next, I love you toughly. There are so many blogs out there to kiss your ass women. Really. If you need you ass kissed to validate you, this is not the blog for you. If you are broken or break easily, this blog is NOT, I repeat, NOT for you. There are enough blogs full of self-declared feminists, Beta boys, awkward adults, etc. where you should be able to find your niche. I mean, they got books to sell, tickets to dating events, t-shirts, cupholders, events, hosting spots, etc. You should probably go to one of those blogs. Some of those people are actually doing blogging for a living, I mean (insert sarcasm) they have NO reason to lie to you. (Sarcasm continued) CLEARLY I am wrong and I’m a misogynist and you need to make sure you buy tickets to come see (fill in blogger) or register to win free (insert bullshit prize) at (insert self-promoting bullshit site). Don’t get me wrong, I respect the hu$tle. I was actually gonna write a post on the hu$tle. There is alot of money to be made off of some of y’all. Like, I thought about growing my hair out in one of those ‘eclectic’ hairstyles (twisted fro, twists) getting some square frame glasses, start making self-depreciated comments about myself, start talking about how “beautiful” every woman is or how “fucked up” men are, etc. then I would have a book deal or podcast or be speak at events or blow my fucking brains out (laughs)…
No seriously, I get it. I’m not hating either, because I do respect the hu$tle, but I also respect authenticity. I couldn’t life with myself if I was that guy/girl and I honestly didn’t believe that shit. Moreover, I honestly want to help. Don’t get me wrong, there are a few blogs that have honest discourse and helpful tips (click my profile, most of those are either helpful or entertaining or both), but alot of them are no different than Steve Harvey. They want your money or your traffic. Or everything. Which in turns dictates the content, because their livelihood is directly related to their popularity and hits. Again, not knocking the hu$tle (word to Jay-Z) but, that’s what it is: a hustle.

My blog is the inside thoughts of a man: sometimes that man is me (sparring) and sometimes that man is in general (the bet, high octane, etc.). Again, lack of comprehension because if you understood English, Literature, and Writing, you would know that “I” is a first person sigular pronoun. That means that it refers to “me“. Thus, if I use “I” it is a post in reference to…”(fill in the blank). If I do not use this pronoun, the blog post may be a general post. If you don’t know: ASK QUESTIONS. I’m reporting live from the locker room. Live from behind the velvet rope. Live from the barbershop. Live from the bar/lounge. Live from the frat house. Live from bachelor party. I’m reporting what MEN think, do, say, express when doors are closed, locked, and there are no judging eyes or ears but them and their peers. Some of you aren’t ready for that. I get it. But for those that are, fuck wit’ cha’ boy.

You have to wonder (haters/dikes/whoever), why no men ever step to disagree with me. I mean, men without a financial stake. Why don’t they say “Yo, Bond, that shit you typing is a lie. Nigga, you hating women and it’s some bullshit, stop”. I mean, every site for women I’ve ever visitied/posted has other women who disagree. Even when they disagree, it’s articulate enough where you know it’s not personal. What’s wild is that, when I post…alot of these women co-sign. What’s wild is that most of my subscribers ARE women. What I do notice is they are usually older, more life experience, better looking than the other posters (laughs, but true), etc. Then there are the other groups that are silent or loud. Silent ones usually agree, but they can’t say that because, it would go against their pride & gender unity to actually cosign me. Many aren’t in place yet where they feel comfortable standing outside of the pack. The loud one? Usually it’s a lot of psychobabble (see previous posters on Promiscuity series 3, Sparring, Like Me, etc.) which eventually comes to them insulting me personally (Ad hominem argument), rather than attacking anything I say or write. I eventually insult them back, then they say: “SEE!!” I mean, God-forbid I have a backbone and self-assurance not to let an asshole insult me in person or on the internet. Come on people, grow up; If you cannot take the heat…close your mouth.

I realize that the way I write is not nice. Neither is the world. I was brought up on ‘tough love’ and I actually think it works; what does not kill you, makes you stronger. Maybe that’s my problem: I’m giving alot of you all too much credit. I believe that you will endure, adapt, adjust, and excel, when what you are doing is enduring, collapsing, and complaining. I think that by telling you what I have done, what I have thought at different times gives you a peak into the mind of me and men so that if you notice this behavior, immediately you can draw a line to a possible thought process and make corrections in your life for the better. Why tough love? Well, first I think it’s more effective. If you are conditioned under harsh terms, and you make it out, you will fare better. Examples: Army, Team sports, Trans-Atlantic Slave trade. But you should know this. The fact that I’m typing this let’s me know alot of you need to be by yourself, rather than try to pair up with someone. You are not emotionally fit or ready to be in any relationship with another person, because you are not whole yourself. How can you be one with someone else when you yourself are not whole?! Second, I don’t want to patronize you. With so many women who step forth that they are like men and want to be treated like men…well, here it is. Men raise boys to become men under extreme and harsh treatment, especially if that kid is from a minority ethnic group in America. The world will try to destroy him and he must be ready for what is out there to face him. The fact that alot of the griping and bitching about my blog (it’s a fucking blog!) is being done by women is actually justifying the mindset that alot of men think women are soft and really AREN’T tough as men. In layman’s terms: your irate behavior on the internet exemplifies the same outdated and archaic gender notions that you hope to dispel. Sigh. It is again, unfortunate I had to type that because I would think that with all of those degrees (laughs), experience, etc. that many of you are spouting and touting on websites across the globe, a man (me) still has to give some of you instructions. Also, I’m disappointed that alot of you can’t see that alot of these bloggers are telling you what you want to hear, because it’s for a profit. It’s all in the name of self-interest. Damn, you can’t see that??

Think about it: many don’t actually tell you how to help your situation. You go on their site, there’s a lot of babble some criticism of men, a few witty jokes, a sarcastic remark or two, then done. You didn’t get shit out of it. Let me give you an example (I’m in a helpful mood):

blogger: guys need to step their game up! Us ladies got it goin’ ooon chile! We got the degrees, we fab, it ain’t enough men to keep up with our fab!
poster 1: We’re fab, but um, we’re all alone. Like, I want to be in a relationship with a man, not 3 girls with crazy hair. How do I make that happen?
blogger: These guys are losing out! You are FABULOUS! Girl, if he don’t know you’re fab, you don’t need him! Next!
poster: yeah, I’m fab, I get it. I don’t need him, but I haven’t been on a date in a year. How, I mean, what am I supposed to do?
Bond: What are you or aren’t you doing now? Where are you going to meet guys? What type of dude do you want?
poster 2: That bullshit you talkin’ ain’t helping her Bond! She don’t need to go no damn where! I met my man at the store. He drove from Kansas all the way to the Giant I was shopping at in Silver Spring just to ask for my phone number…
Bond: That’s your situation stupid. I’m asking her these questions to assess what she wants and why she’s not getting it.
Blogger: You hate women anyway Bond! You probably ugly! Women are FAB! Niggas step yo’ game up!
Bond: I’m so pretty I piss Dior. You need to get your teeth fixed and go to the hospital to see a beautician. STAT!
Blogger: That’s just like a man to insult a woman’s looks…. (though, she insulted my looks first, so..what does this say about her?).

Results:
1. Poster 1 got no direct help with what she asked. Only self-indulgent drivel from people interested in blog hits.
2. Poster 2 let her emotions get the best of her by using her personal feelings to speak to me, rather than to the topic or individual who needs the help and it only slowed the flow of progress.
3. I tried to help, but after being insulted and annoyed, I defended myself, which overshadowed what I was trying to say to poster 1
4. Blogger has no answers for poster one. Statements are misleading an incorrect–defines ‘fab’ academically when ‘fab’ may mean aesthetics to someone else (man) who ALSO, has degrees, thus, negating her definition of fab. Seeks any opportunity to avoid responsibility, place blame, divert harmful attention, attack challengers of her ideology by hurling insults, demeaning, etc. then blaming them for doing the same. Childish.

Thing is, I’m actually helping you. How? (I’ll answer because I’m in a giving mood) because I’m identifying behavior and conduct for you to look for. You can compare what I have written to help you be able to understand what a man is doing, more importantly, why he is doing it. I’m always asked about the male psyche. I used to play crazy and say “what?” then change the subject to how nice her new haircut looks (laughs), but with this blog and the anonymity it affords, I can actually be brazenly honest about what men are saying and thinking. Last I checked, Players weren’t telling girls that they were fucking 2 girls on the side, one’s pregnant, etc. when they get ready to pop the question.

This happens everyday across these here webs. It bugs me that alot of you can’t see the spider.

I kick honesty from the heart and mind of a man. You ever hear those outlandish tales about women who discover their men had children or another family after X amount of years? You know those outlandish tales where women find out their men has a separate apartment/home for years? Do you think those women were stupid…OR….is it possible that the man was very deceptive. Hmm. I’m gonna go with deceptive for $800 dollars Alex. Now the daily double: What blogger tells you unequivocally what is in the mind and hearts of men without witty bullshit and jokes? These answers are not always pretty and sometimes offensive. This blogger is not selling cakes or t-shirts or tickets…Answer: Who is The Black Bond.

I’m just a real dude. I’ve done some foul shit, seen some foul shit, and had the same done to me. I came to share that maybe my thoughts and actions may entertain and enlighten all the same.

Today I checked my email to find 3 emails from this account (Black Bond) that was asking for a password reset. This means that some loser was sitting at their computer trying to hack into my email address at least 3 times. Usually it gives you 3 times to guess correctly, then it sends a warning. Well, I had 3 warnings, which means that this individual tried 9 times…(Mr. Rooney voice) 9 times…to get into this blog. How pathetic is that? I got some broad so hot and bothered (bad way) she’s trying to hack the fucking blog account?!?! LOL. You’re sad. Seriously. As my web friends can tell you (Diva, Panama Jackson, etc.) when I log off this thing…I usually don’t give it much thought until I get back on.

Ok, sometimes I will think random stuff like: I wonder if T-Lee saw this video with Waka Flocka’s mom on Worldstarhiphop (laughs) or I wonder if Mimi has ever been to Guys and Dolls in L.A.? or I wonder if Diva is going to be in Marvin’s partying this Monday night?

Some people are getting it. I appreciate it you. Seriously. If necessary, I want everyone who is a ‘regular’ to shoot me an email in case I have to make the blog private. Some of you, I already have your info. I didn’t want to do that or put a ticker noting locations because most people like the anonymity to compel them to be more honest, which I respect more than anything; however, as noted, if some shithole sausage is trying to hack my email, who knows what else they may try. I already said, I don’t let anything fuck with my money.

Thing is, if you don’t like it: don’t read it. Don’t subscribe (unsubscribe) etc. because as of now, I’m not going to stop writing because you have no life. I’m not going to stop writing because I remind you of the guy in 8th grade who didn’t like you. I’m not going to respond because you think you’re my judge and jury and you think I’m too confident, so you taken a fictional job of confidence curver. It just ain’t happenin’. But it is fucking up the flow of the blog, when I have to stop and answer you, quell your bullshit, or teach reading comprehension.

Mimi said me answering is justifying alot of your ignorance. Well, I told her that I answer everyone. I never wanted my blog to be one of those joints where the blogger is too good to respond. Second, I don’t know when someone really wants to know or when they are just on their period (laughs). Third, I don’t want that asshat to think that any intellect they possess is worth as much as the intellect I have in that long curly pubic hair that sticks to my left leg when I sweat. So, I engage them; however, I am about to stop. The incompetence is immeasurable. Like seriously, I understand why the top 1 percent control the wealth in America: most people are stupid. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is going to website called Lamebook (I am not on facebook). It’s a site dedicated to asinine posts on facebook. That shit is so hilarious! Everyday I log on to scroll through pages and pages of stupidity to give me a laugh throughout the day. It is also sad, because alot of the stuff is people who really saw nothing wrong with what they typed, posted, commented, etc. Stupidity at it’s finest. Check it out, if you got a minute.

This is not about any one poster. This is not about any one post. This is about the entire Black Dating Web Universe. I want you to know that I can write the bullshit they are writing, but it would not be the truth. I could patronize you and tell you how wonderful you are and how fucked up men are and all the fucked up shit we do. But I don’t, why? (1) I’m not in this for the money. I went to professional school to get money, (2) I’m honest. Painfully., (3) Black men get blamed for everything already. If and when the day comes for you to have a son and raise a Black boy to become a man, that will be the closest you get to experiences all of the bias, discrimination, hate, ignorance, etc. that will be thrown his way for his entire life, (4) You dictate the tone of every relationship.

You control the tone of the relationships by determining: Who you talk to. Who you give your number to. Who you have sex with. Whose baby you have. Who you do foul shit to. Who you allow to do foul shit to you. Where you live. With whom you live. Et Cetera. Et Cetera. Again, I have to point out the obvious? You control the aspect of dating. Period. Why? Because you have what men want. Do you know the golden rule? (S)He who has the gold, RULES. I’ll break it down in layman’s terms: If you have what people want, you dictate if they get it and at what cost.
Simple economics. But let’s be honest, many of you weren’t business majors. You don’t know or care shit about business or the world, and considering that it’s people who are involved in business and the world everyday, because you can’t make the correlation between ‘Supply and Demand’, thus, you didn’t understand any of that shit I just said (laughs). Which goes back to choosing a blog that is is better suited for your reading level, education level, comprehension level, and most importantly, you level of self-esteem (see: Kat Williams re: self-esteem).

Look…I’m tired. Literally and Figuratively. I got alot to do, everyday in every lifetime. If you feeling it and you bold enough to stay, please do. If you do not and cannot, please, leave. If you want to attack me, etc. I post on the sites on my blogroll…meet me there. I’m not gonna run from you, but you are slowing up the flow: (a) you aren’t contributing anything, (b) you aren’t commenting on the blog, (c) your insults are ridiculous and make no sense (d) you are wasting time I could use to post more. I love you, but, nigga, pune! pune! pune! (laughs hysterially).

Ok. Are we ready…?

Time In.

Bond. BlkBond.

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