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Fried Chicken Anyone???

At what temperature do we consider water to be boiling? Think the answer is one hundred degrees. Today something was boiling and it was not water. For some reason I felt the flesh on my hand heating up, it was then I realized that maybe my blood was boiling. That would take some deep anger to reach the point where blood felt the need to attempt to change its state to vapor. Assuming that if blood boils it will then turn into a vapor. Where are my thermo experts? Well I say all this to bring your mind to an area of degrees, temperature, heat and frustration. The real question that needs to ask here is;

How many degrees will it take to fry chicken?
This question dawned on me as I stood infornt the fryer in a fine restaurant. For legal reason we will call the said restaurant “The Fat Grill”. This question was provoked as I tried to determine why at this time in my life I feel as if I am moving in reverse. For a couple months now I have being employed at the fat grill as a driver. But of late I have being promoted to the fryer when customer traffic is on the high. Anyway,… back to the scene where I stood in front the fryer pondering my fate and how I got to be the fryer guy.

As I held the fry basket and enable a little agitation so that every surface of the fillet breast and legs could be fully coated with a crispy brown glow, I realized that during my five years of college I never had such a gig. The worst gig I ever actually wanted was to be a porter at JQ Charles supermarket when I was I kid. Fortunately I grow up and that career aspiration evaporated like the sweat from my face as I stand in front this deep fryer. Maybe it’s my karma and some how it chose to grant my wish of a job unbecoming of a college graduate. I have had several other jobs to keep me occupied, from custodial to gardener to carpenter, painter, lab tech, desk assistant and, but not limited to counselor; all of which occurred prior to graduation. None of which was a necessity at the time, used primarily as a means to keep me occupied when I did not feel like looking at a text book or crunching some numbers into a T-89.One would think that assuming the torture endured during college with so many not so encouraging jobs, such an experience would not occur post gradation. Sad to say again I was wrong. Maybe I should have taken that class "Poverty After School" PHY 499.

So who do we blame for this present experience of under-employment? I have come up with a few options; we can blame the economy... where the hell is that Allen Greenspan prick? Or, I can blame myself for getting out of school to early considering these recessionary times. Wait!!!.....maybe I can blame Ben Laden he is getting blame for every thing so maybe this is his fault too. Shit!!!... He won’t come out to get me so why not. And even if he did come to get me, I can always get his kidney infected ass and claim that reward the FBI has out for him.

So I realized I have not answered the question. I am not surprise so neither should you this type of mind rambling usually happens. I think of something and before I can answer the question my brain goes off in light speed thinking about all the reason why I am asking the question and how I can solve the issue without answer the initial hypothesis. Sometimes I tend to forget the question, fortunately today I have not. So, How many degrees does it take to fry chicken? After much delay or segway in and around the question I came up with this answer. In this country, in this recessionary time, for a F1 student; It takes THREE degrees to fry chicken!!!!

Graduation Season – Graduation Day!!!

Spring is over and the summer is around the bend, from that it is fair to assume that the semester has come to a close. This would mean only one thing; it is graduation season once again. Though not in school any more, once again, today I graduated. I sat though AAMUs’ commencement with an excitement as if I sat among the class of o’nine. I watched on as grandaunts gave testimony on stage and on the green. There were beach balls bouncing around, caps flying in the wind, and air horns causing a ruckus. Its an HBCU what else could we expect. The time has come for a few familiar names to acknowledge. First off, lily J. Nelson, her name was called and she crossed the staged, one down, Velma’s name was called and she walked across the stage. Marg’s name was called and she strutted….Phd!!!….Damn!!!! Ok so I am good have support my island people. Did my scream and shout just in elation for all those struggles that I saw them go through. So I thought my work here is done, off to UAH. Left from the hill and drove to the other side of town to see the first leg of UAH’s graduation (my geek school). Got there just in time to hear the degrees were confirmed, perfect timing. Certainly was not really to keen on hearing any speech from distinguished guess speaker. Can you tell me who spoke at your graduation?...Did not think so.

So who do we have here in this class of ’09 UAH fall edition? One Lucian, or two if we count the absentee Ms. Augusta. The rest we shall call the global connection, no relation to the Italian pizza connection. This list is way to long so we keep the shout outs under ten; Bo (Asian connect), Lisa Blanchard (just in case), Christy (Bama connect), Shigue (Asian connect), Marishka (Indian connect), Marcus (Detroit connect), Derrick (Bama connect), Woody (Tennessee connect). Job well done guys, if this is your first time I say go back for more.

The ceremony is over and the excitement is still in the air. Did I walk across the stage in my head and was not aware of it? Did I move a tassel to the right…or to the left? In any event I felt like a tassel was moved. Cameras flashing, hands shaking, hugs given, smiles exchanged, and yes congratulations are definitely in order. And that’s when it hit me, as I said earlier… today I graduated. I graduated with my peers; they achieved miles stones I had done while I stepped up further in to the world. Today I graduated to Fiancé, WOW!!! Now I know where this feeling emerged. Felt like the atmosphere of an airport arrival area. Guess I had it all day, for it was not too long ago I came from the airport where I greeted my best friend, my number one support, my motivation, my encouragement, my queen,…. my Precious!!!

Curtains Down!!!

It’s been about a month and today it finally happened. My reaction on this day was always played out in my head. Sad to say today it happen I did not surprise myself. Where is all this going u asked, well today I ran into and old friend! Well I guess she is not old of a friend seeing how we only had not spoke for a little over a month. This friend who for identity issues we will call “Ms. America” came up to me in the park at the annual local arts festival. I turned around and saw her only to turn right back around as if she was transparent. In the same tune she stopped to say hello to my buddy. I don’t think he saw me she said to D…D being more of an asshole than me burst into laughter and says…”ha ha ha…maybe he did”. Which of course he was right because at the time she was the last person I wanted to see. A few minutes later I get a pat on the shoulder, “the kids told me you were here so I thought I should come speak”. Ok well hello to you too…as I walk away. No anger no harsh words I just thought I would rather not speak to you now so I terminated the idea before it could go anywhere.

So it’s Tuesday, time is approximately 10:50pm and I get a text message. “Hey it was really nice to see you on Sunday…” Sad to say I am still in asshole mode where Ms America is concerned so I did not respond. A few minutes later another message…”So now… we can be friends?” Now that is a good question but still no answer is given on my end. So I ask you my fellow readers…What is your opinion on friends with ex’s? Is that a healthy idea for on going relationships? I say its one thing to run into some five years down the road and catch up over a cup of tea or lunch even. But to be friends like every thing cool and not remember the stress and pain caused is a whole different cup of tea. Well this is my approach as it stands right now I chose not to be friends with Ms. America. It has being done before and it never works out. So the night comes to an end and the messages stop. Only to find out she reached out to D to get some insight as to how I am doing. Don’t know how that went cause some things I chose not to be concerned with. I won’t be surprise if by Thursday she comes knocking on my door at 2am like previous days gone by. Maybe I should get my locks changed…oh wait I no longer live at that place. This key she don’t have….Lets move on.

So Thursday is here and I get to know that she reached out to my fellow country woman (Black Beauty). Being the nice person she is she played her role very well. Listen don’t add anything and don’t subtract. Sounds like emotional accounting to me….then again what the heck do I know. Maybe the lil therapy session with Black Beauty went well for I did not get a call or a visit or a text message. Friday goes by and, nothing…Saturday, nothing. Arise Sunday morning only to notice the missed called, the time says 3am.

Maybe I need to answer the next call. Or do I need to pick up the phone and return the call. The passive aggressive approach my not ne the best one in this situations. The time has come to put closure to this chapter of the Ms. America pageant. The time has come to set down the rules. The time has come to say good bye.

Porch Loving.

What does love feels like today.
How do I answer such a question?
Without singing a song
Without saying something relative to red or,
The need to cuddle up next to you in the bed.

What is the right answer or the answer for today?

Today love feels like a cool breeze
The sight of the orchids in full bloom
The sound of birds chirping
The poise of a leaves in the wind
The beauty that nature allows me to see

Love feels like the front porch with you next to me.

No Secrets

How do you keep a secret from your best friend? How do u keep a secret form the one person you always wanna talk to? How do I keep a secret for you my love? The answer to this question is a simple "you can't". Or I can't for that matter; I have to will myself to keep this lil though till I see. Sad enough I have to forgo something to keep this lil piece of thought from birthing itself off my tongue and though my teeth. I am up cause I wanna tell you something so bad that I can sleep. Because of you my summer insomnia decided to spring forward and has made an early appearance. Like Sophia sleep is on my shoulder like that nap we laughed so hard about. Maybe today will be another Tuesday night / Wednesday morning.

I have a secret and I really can’t keep it. Maybe it’s not a secret and i just feel the need to share this with you. So I guess the solution here is to redefine the situation. As we agree there are no secrets, there will be no secrets, must say it has work thus far. For now I will call it a package. I will be your UPS guy shorts and every thing, seeing how you love those legs and thighs. (All of a sudden I feel like a two piece dinner special.) I will keep this package till I see you for your signature is required for delivery.

The Reverse Sampson.

I have abandoned my page for a while now. Quite a few events have unfold through the pass months..Maybe i will share maybe i will carry on like it was a blurr. Today is my birthday and i decided to cut off my dreads. Or so the plan was from morning yesterday morning that is....That never happend as my co-polit for the day Ms. Jenkins thought i was too bougie to cut my hair in any off the side baber shop. As it turned out i need to be well serviced at a styling saloon. Now if u know me i could care less lets just cut the hair and be good. As it turned out today or (yesterday considering press time of this entry)... we had some weather issues. So the hair business was delayed by some tornado loving. Yes nothing better than the sirens going off so as to mask the sounds of passion on a cool alabama afternoon. Who cares about the hail outside of the 40 mile per hour winds...if we are gonna go out we may as well go out with and orgasmic bang!!! Ok so nuff said..i am suppose to be talking about my de-locking. So where are we...yes it is 10pm and my co-pilot has now become by barber or stylist as she prefers. I have to admit i felt so signs of cold feet to withdraw from my decision of de-rastification. Need less to say she did an excellent job...i really was impressed. This gesture of cutting my hair was as intimate as the days when she started locking them. I think i could see her doing this in a more permanent capacity. You may ask why would i even do such a thing..well truth be told i think its all about symbology. A new begining so to speak, a sign of commitment to my stylist who in the not to distant furture will be called something that u would never see coming either. A buddy..lets call him (child father) told me when and if i cut off my dreads i would lose my pussy magnet. As if to say if i did i would not get laid ever again...or well lil does he know. Woman like new tings...so guess wah...yeh i am sure u can figure that out. What i will say though is delila came to town and i was de-locked, how ever the result was contrary to the biblical story..i on the onther hand became stronger. :)