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Monday, September 24, 2007

"HOMIE DON'T PLAY DAT."

Oh joy - it's Monday, the day that sparks off the oh-so-predictable weekly sequence of events. For me anyway. Life is sometimes painfully consistent, though that isn't necessarily a bad thing; it depicts some form of stability.

But I sometimes wonder whether I'm losing the edge. I used to be down for whatever, whenever, however. I'd do something different every day, be out there doing Lord-knows-what. The entire East Coast was my playground; could almost drive up and down the 9-5 blindfolded, and even knew the spots five-oh haunted. I'd do things that sometimes got me in trouble; stupid stuff, but fun stuff nonetheless. I'd do anything for excitement, even ridiculous things like driving all the way from VA to Philadelphia, to Pat's specifically, just to get a genuine Philly Cheesesteak, then drive right back to VA. I was tenacious at basketball, damn near breaking limbs and ripping fingernails off. And I would do so much more, so much.

Not any more. I get up, go to work, go to school, then go back to the crib. Every day is a virtual replica of the former. I go out to places the occasional weekend, but even those excursions are now few and far between. It's almost as though I want to stay put at home and you know what, that does it.

Starting today, I will make a conscious effort to do something different every day. I can't go down like that, hell to the naw. Homie don't play dat. No one will ever again accuse me of not wanting to do stuff. Call me David Livingstone starting today, coz I'm about to explore this b*tch for all it's worth.

As D constantly reminds me, I'm 30 years old, damnit. [She even calls me 'Pops' - the nerve!] I need to start taking care of myself, which I haven't done in years. Starting today I'm going on detox like Udi - no alcohol for a long minute. I will establish regular sleeping patterns, stop eating junk food, and slowly ease my way back to the cut-up >d I used to be.

And now, back to work. And after work I'm going straight home.

17 comments:

farmgal said...

You're old! :D

D said...

Dang Pops....need i say more? Look at the above comment...lol. I'm puttin a wager on these detoxes now...i could pay for my grandkids grad school w/ the money u fools could make for me out of ur own weaknesses. Need I note the irony w/ the last statement? Out of work, straight to the crib??? lol. Funny you haven't changed much as your voicemail let me know yet again in one of our lonely conversations. I'm surprised you didn't do a commentary on the "wall of china"...lol Neway, let me n my little faith give u a break for now. P.s. LMAO @ Pat's...thanks for the jab. ( u know wat i'm talkin bout)

>d® said...

>Farmgal: Funny! But yeah, I guess I AM old. It's all mental tho, I'd like to think.

>D: Oh, you wanna make a wager on the detox thing, huh? How about wagering something more - shall we say - personal? Would you dare put your money where your mouth is, or vice-versa?

And no, I was only kidding about going back to the crib right after work, O ye of little faith!

farmgal said...

Will watch this space.. blog about all you get up to soon!

>d® said...

I'll do my best to. [Assuming, of course, that I actually get something - or is that someone? - to do! lol!

farmgal said...

I dont think I'd wanna know about that. I'd be too jealous!

Udi said...

You saw me on my bday. I think detox was thrown out of the window that weekend. Wah, I am still recollecting on stuff I saw that weekend. what happens in the mountains definetly stays in the mountain

farmgal said...

Udi no wonder you havent been able to speaketh to me!

>d® said...

>Farmgal: Best believe I probably wouldn't write about that either!

>Udi: Yes, that weekend was i-n-t-e-n-s-e! Took me like a week to get over it, 4 real! But it was off the chain tho; y'all do it real big!

D said...

wager somethin personal??? hahhaha....to be discussed offline....don't get ur hopes up though.

>d® said...

Don't I always have reasonable - and realistic - expectations?

Ura said...

I want in on the wager. Detox?? Yeah right..... The wagon is filled past capcity, you'll have to hang on like a makanga, and watch out for the sweaty hands, you might just fall off the wagon b4 the week is over...

>d® said...

Ho ho ho, I see you got jokes, so imma say it again: O ye of little faith!

Granted, it's only been like a week, but I intend to stay alcohol-free till I see y'all fools in a few weeks - vacation. Yes, I'm coming thru, so have those shots ready!

Ura said...

If you really think you can do it, you go Bro. I got your back. If you can remember we’ve had a couple of talks about this issue. It aint easy but I have faith in you.

Kelitu said...

how's the detox going?!!

D said...

D....no doubt, thanks for the company...cookin, cds, laughs, etc. Definitely a step in the right direction!!! When do we get the ring off layaway? Ur roll dawg read ur Jerome story n was shocked that u write like that. Will definitely do it again soon. Let the realistic wager negotiations begin! See u in a few...

>d® said...

>Ura: Yeah, it's definitely easier said than done. But I've been a good boy.

>Kelitu: So far so good! Not suffering from any 'withdrawal symptoms,' so to speak!

>D: Always fun to bug out, trust. Glad you can hang out with Pops from time to time and enjoy it, what can I say!
And nah, we'll talk about the ring coming out of layaway after a few more home-cooked meals, how about that!