Today

Today just wasnt a good day. Despite having lunch with ?Myk and Steve, my day remained gloomy. this was just one day i wished i could have just slept through. tomorrow will be better.

this groove is the day's only bright spot.

Kufi

i got this hand woven kufi from a friend of mine a few years ago. i like the kufi but every time i wear it i get this unsettled feeling. then i start smiling and laughing uncontrollably cause all i can think about is looking like Bobby Brown with the black Hebrews in Israel. looking like Bobby Brown is most definitely not a good look. i cant get with that gap toothed, can't get right, orchard park projects appeal

This I dedicate to the things I Hate

Hate is a strong word, but i gotta use it. I'll put these up in no particular order.

♠ late people, seriously respect my time. i wait for no one, seriously. 11:00 pm is 11:00 pm. I grant a 15 minute grace period and i drive there myself. especially if we are going out to eat, once again, feeding time at the zoo waits for no one. if you stall we can get up later for drinks instead.

♣strip clubs, i already did the the lost art of stripping, but seriously porn makes the strip club look like burlesque. as outdated as a rotary phone

♥group outings, it only takes 1 too many niggas to spoil the whole thang. and of course someone or ones will be on that c.p. time. more than three is a problem

♦excessive phone calls, its not really that important. i don't have that much important shit to say. especially if we aren't dating. let me call you back, wouldn't that be a groundbreaking idea

♀ people who are not comfortable with themselves. yeah i said it. insecurity manifests itself in many different ways. i am grown man. i could care less about your car, clothes, the women you date, your money, who you know ,or how much you feel yourself. my approval means relatively little. if you are a friend of mine, its for reasons far beyond that. and if we aren't friends, why is my opinion important. cause on the flip side, i only give a pinhead's of a shit about your opinion. i was born alone, i'll die alone.....is what Nas said. i gotta be me, whether you like it or not. get off that some real bitchassness, and i really hate to quote Diddy.

♂ most artist's second album? enter name here___________, once the suits try to optimize sales by alienating original fans, you get blogged by FRQ in an unflattering manner

Ω tyrese, nelly, diddy, and a host of other overhyped and over the hill artists who would give their first born for a little buzz about their new records

∂ most of all Lil' Wayne. i like lil' wayne like an overdrawn bank account. common may soon join this list, yeah i said it.

۞ those clowns who wear suits to the club in charlotte, on an arbitrary Wednesday or Thursday. its not that serious. which one of your matriarchs gives you fashion advice, Aunt Ruth or Willie May. like is said before, thats not swagger. men without style lean on a suit to build them up. so grossly overdressing is the only way they stand out.

Θ parties in charlotte that hold the line, although the club is practically empty. thats real contrived like me dating only, 4'11" women so i can feel large and in control. real shameful shit, i must say

Ǽ boring pretty women. such a waste. after a few minutes i'd rather floss my teeth

What do you hate?

More to come, be on the lookout.

i leave you with the melodious sounds a personal favorite of mine, Lonnie Liston Smith

'Preciate It...............

thanks for coming out. we had a great time. i dodged a big bullet today no thanks to me. and thanks for having better sense than i do.

Turkey Hunt

yeah, the time has come. i must pull out my trusty shopping cart again. the winter boo search continues, but i have a more immediate need. i need to crash somebody's Thanksgiving celebration. unfortunately, all of my loved ones will be between Philly-Delaware-Maryland, where they will congregate and fellowship and I will be alone in Charlotte because I have to work. Yep, that damn thing called work strikes again. so if you are in a 100 mile radius of Charlotte, NC and can take another Thanksgiving guest, please let me know. Now I warn you, that I will curb my behavior, but I cannot promise that i will be a mousy and most mannerable guest. i will keep all of my vulgarities to myself and eat like no one is going to take my food from my. i will stack my plate high and cut a fool for anyone who decides to be my audience, seriously. and i do request to see all embarrassing pictures and will pester your grandma or auntie for any embarrassing stories they have.

so if you have a spare seat an some heapings to spare, let me know.

Winter

its about to be 22 degrees tonight. wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its not even thanksgiving.

cant stand the winter. the cold, frost, the wind, ugghhh. winter is like three months of punishment. even in north carolina. i mean it doesnt stay cold indefinately during our winters but people act like it. everyone acts sick and shut in. only leaving for necessities and work. there is no vibrance in the winter. my hatred is so deep that after thanksgiving, i usually fall in a funky reclusive mood. yes all through both my birthday (on dec. 6 a chocolate saggitarian child was born) and xmas. now i know why i get grinchy for christmas, but i must keep that one to myself. yeah, i had to get stingy with ya. and then to cap it off with that commercial creation, valentines day. seriously, valentine's is like getting your prostate checked, just one of the necessary evils in life..........

........... but this year i am taking matters in my own hands. on my bday, i will celebrate in Atlanta at the Foreign Exchange concert. and that is just the beginning. i gotta get it. maybe just maybe, i'll get something out of this winter. finally..........

this is just a parting gift since i am trying not to descend into another gloomy 3 months. this a sampler for the foreign exchange's Leave It All Behind. enjoy.

Border Control FRQ style

Since i love all my latino peoples, trust this has nothing to do with the US-Mexico Border or immigration. This is all about FRQ

i'm closing my borders. no entry. i have no choice, seriously. you don't understand me. you ever have a guess at your home and within the first 30 minutes they become unwelcome. yes, unwelcome. no, i am not talking about that uncouth person who came by during the drought of 2006. nor the person who gets too comfortable all of a sudden, like so you are just gonna leave that plate on the floor.? and you dogged all of the juice. nor my personal favorite, "she came out of the kitchen, with megabowl in hand, filled to the brim with Cap'n Crunch with Crunchberries. and i responded, did she eat with a big serving spoon too. pleas forgive me, i have digressed like always.

i am talking about someone who likes you yet you dont feel quite the same. and it doesnt become evident until they come to your house. now sometimes you dont know this upon their arrival. if you read this, you can assume that i step away from the norm. needless to say, my house reflects that. i have books, magazines, pictures, cd's, albums etc, that express all of my diverse interests. so at times, i have an unlucky guest who gets so enthralled in me and all my curiousities. now, this should be a good thing. oh and at times it is. but with the last batch of women i have met over the last two years, it has been all bad. this home visit is usually the kiss of death for them. as they plunge deeper and into me, the disparity widens and widens. i try to mask my growing contempt as they question and the excitement grows in their eyes. sometimes they even get giddy.

for the time being, i am reinforcing the wall that keeps you from my house. its going deeper and higher like the US-Mexico Border. i am steeping up overlapping patrols and putting more munitions to keep you out. sorry but i have no choice.

and the one line that will get you permanently banished from Quentin Street, is when are you gonna cook for me? just because I have a few cookbooks, in no way entitles you to dine at my house. nor should you think that i will cook for you. that has to be earned. seriously, do you know how many stray women i could seduce by cooking something new or different? you gotta earn that sweetie. i shouldn't even say that. you need to be the chosen one, like a golden child or something. i know i want some of that bad bush but i can't come off of that. i gotta like myself afterward, and that sinks the ship. every man has a code, standards, something.

plus i live in an old house. the kitchen is isolated and retains all heat. at times i want to cook with only an apron and boxers. and thats not quite sanitary. once again, you must retain some standards.

Women I love...............Roselyn Sanchez

i usually don't like my ladies this slim, but i gladly make exceptions. she has been doing a number on me since Rush Hour 2. she is the reason men try to hold up their local Bank of America and flee by foot. you gotta make a way to that. just if you escape, you might get a whiff. just might. i keep hope alive........

In QC, Wednesdays are King

This post is two weeks late, but i owe it to you and them.


...in Charlotte, I enjoy myself 5x more on Wed than any other day. its so great but on the otherhand very shameful. i went to apostrophe and dem fresh katz. dj justice and dj enlil aka ninja science bka fraser, tore the house down. across all relevant genres, they kept the party moving. but they sprinkled two tracks that shock me to the core, which i share with you.

first a hidden banger from Diamond D and the Psyschotic Neurotics
I Went for Mine from '92's Stunts, Blunts, and Hip-Hop


and last, morning sunrise from Weldon Irvine, another lesser known classic

it was just that simple

so it took a lame duck president with one of the lowest approval rates in history, a monumental economic crisis where people are losing their homes at incredible rates, and an energy crisis, where gas will damn near double at least once a year and you better hope there is no hiccup or OPEC gets angry and you cannot get off the highway exit cause the racetrack on sugar creek is the only station with gas in a surrounding 5 miles or so. we are engaged in a war based on a stretched truth. where the objective has eluded us for what 6 years now. one day i will write a dissertation about how we will never be truly victorious against Asians in war(i will get an honorary Ph.D. for that)

plus another lame, election campaign by the Republicans. i guess it could be kinda hard to do more than incessantly attack your opponent cause you have no agenda other than padding your friends' pockets. and you still try to sell that Reaganomics (trickle down effect) to us.

it took all of that to make whites vote for a black man.

miracles do happen, we are all witnesses.

Desperate Times

I'm shopping this season, but not for the holidays. Being single during the winter sucks so I gotta a winter boo. these cold nights ain't cutting it. going out has lost its luster for the season. Xmas and my b-day is on the horizon, two days that i don't get excited about. the weather is not inviting. that leaves me no choice, but to get a winter boo. Nothing too serious or life changing, just a steady dose of company and body heat. enough to cope with the semi-hibernation i am about to undertake.

so if you are single, attractive and lil' cold and lonely this winter. why dont you go ahead and drop me a line. i'm chocolate, handsome, drug, disease and drama free. i got good convo and, well......that might be a little too much info. serious requests only, hit me up.

frq signing out.

p.s. winter is so needless. short days, frost, heating up your car before you leave. and seriously how are you gonna see my tshirt with this coat on. i'm counting down the days till spring.

did i mention absurd Piedmont Natural Gas bills, damn!!!

Thank you

Thank the Lord for the lower gas prices. We(my brother and I) were so overjoyed that he posed with the gas pump. Crazy ain't it. From that absurd $2.39-$2.49 in Charlotte to the $1.95-$1.99 in South Carolina and Georgia. Its a lot better than that damn shortage we had a few months ago.

Lower gas prices=More money for all of my favorite vices.

A joyful day is coming......

......and its not the inauguration. i know that is what you were thinking. even better, i can finally release my father as a co-signer on one of those college loans. you don't know how much a relief this is. this company is the worst. on two occasions, i didn't keep my account current. first i shorted them about $7 dollars. the second time, my payment was 5 days late. they began calling my phone, my parents phone. they sent notices to my and my dad. so i called them and asked about their policies and was aghast. buddy told me that if you don't pay at least 99% of your monthly bill on time you automatically go into collections. what part of the game is that???? are they trying to get me killed. papa doc plays no games, especially since he forgot he was a co-signer until he got the unfortunate phone call. so he is raving mad, and i quell his anger with the facts. but the embarrassment it caused, still haunts me. so i just got on the phone with them and i am finally eligible to release him and the papers are in the mail.

sweet lord, i see the light!!!!!

when its final, i'm gonna have a party. i might be alone, drunk, doing the butterfly in my living room. but imma throw down.

8 years later......

i found this on, DJ Parler's blog. its from the same guys that made the Wassup commercials, but eight years later, things are very different. i think its worth a look.