Game Over?? I am Officially Done...

Fuck it man, its a wrap. The game is over and I am officially done. I am retired from pimp'n or whateva you want to call it. Damn it, I refuse to chase the cat. So much so that I recently deleted all the women numbers in my phone book in my cell. And yes it was difficult MANNNNN! So don't ask. I felt like a crack head after deleting chick after chick which translated to hit after hit. I must be crazy or something because I do not even have a shorty or nuff'n lined up. I'm just tired yo. Tired of the bullshit. Papi, I need my hair done. Papi, I need my toes done. Papi, can we go out for drinks. All this for what?? So that the midnight marauder could stick and move. F-it, I am going back to the basics when I just had one shorty and my life was less complicated. Feel me..

Am I crazy for doing this or feeling this way?? Maybe, but I am going this route for personal reasons. Plus, I don't have nothing to prove because I have been there done that. And my man the Fugitive confirmed my belief. See, I originally I thought I was grimmest nigga on the planet but after Saturday night, I realized that the Fugitive has got me beat hands down. Why??? This nigga gives a shorty a fake name, a fake address, and a fictitious job. The only problem is he decides to use her computer, go online and make a purchase of some sort. Brilliant idea right! When he disappears on this shorty for like a week, she gets worried and some how manages to remember he was using her computer and ultimately tracks him down. She knew everything he told her was a lie but he still manages to sleep with this shorty on a regular basis. How?? DC - DICK-CONTROL. Now, she has turned into a stalker and who needs that??

Anyway, Phillylive is done. I am in search of my soulmate. Of course, people who know me or are close to me think that I am going to go back to my ex. To be honest, she is probably my soulmate. I know she was my superwoman. SHIT, she meant the world too me and somedays, I do find myself thinking about her, me and us and what should have or could have been? HMMM.. Then, I wake up. That situation is a done deal.. And even if I saw her today, I don't think we would get back together unless it was marriage, kids and the whole nine yards. DAMMN... I'm starting sound like my cousin Mr. Slish - "Gigolos Get Lonely Too"... Fuck it, I'm going to the Tit- Tee Bar to get me some unconditional love...

I'm out......

My First Time (Reminisce Wit Me)...

Yooo... I was in the supermarket the other day minding my own business when I heard these footsteps approaching me. When I looked up to see what the deal was, I noticed it was my ex-girlfriend from high school. DAMNN.. She was looking so good I wanted to eat her in reverse. So you know, the smooth operator I am, I immediately tried to put myself in scoring position. Mind you, now that I think about, she was the first girl I ever had sex with. WOW.. I was such an amateur then. I did not know what the f@ck I was doing with her at all. But then again, why would I. Its not like my dad or my brothers taught me how to get it in. It was more or less trial and error with me.

Anyway, I stepped to Diamond. Hey you, I say to her. Long time no see. She smiled and replied I know. Her voice instantly sent chills through my spine. Maybe it was the lip gloss? Maybe it was her painted on jeans? Or maybe it was those hooker type boots she had on? Whatever the f@ck it was, it made me lose my concentration and she knew it right away. I could not put my words together for shit and I could not think straight either. Next thing I know, she hugs me, kisses me on the cheek and whispers in my hear that she was getting married. DAMN.. I was momentarily crushed but I managed to give her a fake smile by the time she decided to let me go.

Getting married huh?? I say to Diamond. She replies yes. WOW.. I guess that means you are going to be a grown up for real. She just looked at me an smiled as if she knew something I did not know. OK, I say to myself. Whats that look all about?? Then Diamond proceeds to ask me do I remember the first time we had sex? I purposely hesitated then responded. YEAHHH but why? Then she asked me do I remember what I did like I was not there or something. HMMM.. I remembered that I did not eat that p@ssy and I remembered that her breath was questionable at times. OH SHIT.. Then I remembered that I had accidentally left the condom inside of her and she went to work with it. Naturally, I played dumb and acted like I had no recollection of that embarrassing moment. Anyway, Diamond smiled again and said that she always had a crush on me and that I will forever have a place in her heart. HMMM.. my "PHILLY SENSE" is tingling. I knew something was up but I could not put my finger on it.

Finally, Diamond says before she gets married, it is a good possibly that she might want to sleep with me again. WOW.. I was blown away. Diamond is going to let me crack those thighs again? What should I do? I did not responsed to her but I managed to slip her my number. Now, the ball is in her court. STAY TUNED???

What is Real Money?

First and foremost, I would like to wish my fellow bloggers a happy and prosperous new year. Now, with that out the way, I must tell you about the encounter I had with my frat brother try'n to run game on me at the frat house. I know hustling is truly an art form. Some niggas have the gift to gab but most niggas don't. And its the niggas that don't have the gift that kills me. Anyway, my want-to-be hustle'n frat brother decided to select me. Maybe it was the baggy jeans and fitted baseball cap ( my I don't give a f#@k look) that brought this n@gga in my direction. He comes up to me and my crew and proceeds to introduce himself. Then, he singles me out and ask me a question. What is real money? So, I look at him and think to myself this must be a trick question. Then, I responded. There is no such thing as real money. The money that people carry around in their pockets or have in their saving or checking accounts are merely promissory notes. They are literally worth nothing; however, they are assigned a monetary value by the federal reserve bank. Note, the federal reserve bank use to back these promissory notes by gold and silver but this is no longer practiced. My frat brother then proceeds to pull out these silver dollars and attempts to explain his conspiracy theory about how rich white folks are using there money to purchase these silver dollars which at some point in time will be worth double or triple there face in the future.

Now, some other n#gga, who must be part of the scam, asks how do you obtain these coins? Then, my frat brother begins to ramble on about these seminars he conducts once a month on how to obtain these rare coins. Naturally, the seminars are not free. Peep this, the seminars cost $55.00 to attend whether you are interested in purchasing the coins or not. I guess this is cost to do business? HMMMMM...

By the time he finishes his speel, I'm looking at this n#gga like he has completely lost his f#ck'n mind. He must have been reading the look on my face or something because he cop an attitude with me like I was not susposed to figure out his game. With that being said, I ask that motherf@cker a question. Do you understand the time value of money? Naturally, he did not have an answer. Now it was time to give him a quick educational lesson. The time value of money simply means that a dollar today is going to be worth more today than it will be tomorrow. For example would you rather have a hundred dollars today or would you rather have a hundred dollar in 1986. Think about it??

My next move was to blow up his conspiracy theory about these silver coins which he insisted would double or triple in value at some point in time in the future. So my question to him was this. How could your silver coins double or triple in value if it has a stated value on each coin. Son, I said to him, your dollars are not making cents. Wouldn't it be smarter to purchase the preious mental itself instead of purchasing a coin that has an implied value? DUHHHH!!! I must have struck a nerve or something because he started yelling at me like I was susposed to get scared. Okay playa, I say to myself, now we got beef. So I grabbed the nigga by the collar. Needless to say, they broke the shit up before it got out of hand. But was I wrong for grabbing that nigga? He was like 6'3 or something. And I refuse to let that nigga intimidate me. So I got at him WEST PHILLY style. What a way to start the new year.