Welcome 2 New York City

Tomorrow can't get here fast enough. My first trip to New York City! The culture, the lights, the sounds, the sites, and basketball courts on every other corner. But most importantly all the sexy young ladies. And with my experience with Freedom School, NYC girls dig Southern cats anyway. My flight leaves at 6 in the morning, a brief layover in Tampa, and I should be touching down at JFK a little after 10. I've flown back and forth from L.A. by myself as a little kid many times so New York as a young adult shouldn't move too fast for me. Anyway, the game plan is to take the shuttle to my hotel in the Meadow Lands in New Jersey. Everyone, which includes my Freedom School people and my Eastern Shore (MD) people to meet me at the hotel. Which is cool cause you can see Manhattan skyline from there. Then we go into Manhattan for site seeing tour and then dinner for my birthday after midnight, which will be April 1st by that time. Then off to 40/40 if we can all get in. Then the next day is spilt between Harlem and the BX. Sunday is still up in the air cause I may ride to Philly to see Bianca. If not, I'm gonna hit up the other sites I haven't seen. I'm so excited.

Anyway, I need a few days rest anyway. I really dislike the majority of people I work with at T-Mobile. I've never been so unhappy working at a job. I know part of it is after working with Freedom School, you get kinda spoiled because even in it's rough parts it's still a very positive and loving environment. And we also have Mrs. Shepard who does a wonderful job with us and with the kids. But these white folks at T-Mobile are out of control. I'd rather work with Tye everyday than have to come here. But money is money, and a hustle is a hustle. So until the fall comes around, I'm here. It's getting close to being here for 6 months and I've wanted to quit everyday for the last 4 months. I got some bs service award in February, but I don't care. I deal with it. I guess at this point the only thing I can't shake off are my thoughts of Kenisha. It's been about a month since we spoke last. No call, no text message, no email. So whatever she is going through, is whatever she is going through. I know that our friendship is hard enough now that she is married, but it's always been so much more than that between us. I guess we all know that story by now. All my life I've grown accustomed to people leaving and it doesn't phase me, but somehow someway the very thought of her takes my collective breath away. But the sad thing is I still go on with my life, and it seems the more I push, the more I want to be with her. Sad. I sound like a punk. lol. I need to relax. I'm already nervous about Saturday. Why? Tishma.

Things were always kept on a very friendly level between us, but she has always made it well known that she has been digging me since the first day she saw me on Haley Farm in Tennesse. And I've made it well known that I was completely in love with someone back home. I just didn't tell her the complexity of the situation. I didn't think she needed to know. But she knows how strongly I feel about Kenisha. But with Kenisha (Shon) being incognegro, I think I owe it to myself to explore the possibilty of being that close with anyone else. And it helps she is fine. I know I know...shallow. But she is a crowd stopper. Her only downside I see to me at least is her son. If I ever start up something serious with anyone, it would be nice to start fresh. But no one is perfect, especially me.

Well, see ya when I get back. Deuce.

I hate my job

I started moving things back to Pensacola unofficially in September. I got hired offcially on November 1st. Today is March 1st. I want to quit. I've gotten use to working with nothing but black people and now I am the only black person at my work place. You know what, I'm not even gonna trip over this one today. Cause I can't even keep a clear thought today. I need a break from that place. If I don't get one soon, I may have to become Terrell Owens of T-Mobile. But I'm not apologizing for being me, a black man. If you don't want to hear what I talk about with other people when they ask me for my opinion, then don't listen. Deuce.