Tuesday, March 20, 2012

10 Years

We were friends. We talked all the time. It was not going anywhere. Then one night things changed. Our lives where never the same after that. One thing led to another and here we are ten years later.


This is how your mother and I started dating...


We already talked on the phone or the "key-up" (Nextel 2-way radios) every day like clockwork. I hit her up as soon as the 6 train came up for air after Hunts Point Avenue. I knew she would be getting into work as I was finally getting home after a long day. Things went on like that for months. Never did make plans to hang out. We enjoyed talking to each other but there seemed to be no spark. Over the phone it was hard to gauge what was going on. 


One Friday night...


I was at home with nothing to do. Come to think of it a lot of my Friday nights were like that. I would come home from work and hardly have much to do if there was no one on the block. On this particular night I had nothing to do, did not feel like working on my music, there was nothing on TV. I was half asleep when my phone went off. It was your mother. After some small talk she asked me what I was doing. I said that I was falling asleep since I had nothing to do and then...


She asked me if I wanted to hang out. I stammered, stuttered and said "hell yeah!"


I rushed! Left my house like I stole something. I looked like hell. Wide-leg jeans and pumas. What the hell was I thinking? Your mother though saw something in me. Lucky me. Her night wasn't going as she planned, I turned out to be a last minute backup plan. I am glad she called! We had a crazy night running around The Bronx. From Castle Hill to Jimmy's Bronx Cafe. From East to West. That night we started a journey that continues til this very day...

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

False Idols

I am an imperfect being.

A saint and a sinner. I hope that you look up to me as you grow up. Look up, never idolize; even I am not perfect.

The same goes for every last human walking this earth.

Movies, music and TV will sell you everything they think you want to buy. Remember, it is nothing but smoke and mirrors. An image created by countless make-up artists, managers, stylists, special effects and photoshop. See the trail they blaze and be inspired. Do not look to people in search of perfection. God and Nature will provide that.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

No Call

I hope and pray that you never do as I did this week. 


I will do everything in my power to make sure I do not put you in a situation where you would even want to. I did not call my father for his birthday because I believe he does not deserve it. Too long is the story. Too many tears have been shed. It is sad when a child dreads dealing with his own father. I hope that you never have to feel the things that I have dealt with in my life. 


I hope that you always call me on my birthday. No. I hope that you come see me on my birthday.