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March 31, 2009 (links are obviously dead now) Rick Ross, featuring Nas---Usual Suspects (march, 2009) Made it to the end of March, phew..it was a long ass month, don't you think so too? I got nothing else for yall, so I figure I'd fuck with some music. You know, some shit that you probably won't hear on the radio. Say what you want about that nigga Rick Ross, but he alwayz seems to get the tightest beats for a track. I'm looking forward to that new Maybach Music CD to drop. It's supposedly soaked with top-notch rhymers and D.J.'s I look forward to watching Officer Ricky's shit make Fiddy's 5 time delayed CD "Before I Self-Destruct" look like filth. I only bring him up because they are beefin'(*cough. publicity stunt) The shit above has been on loop in my player for a few hours now. I'll be adding tracks down below in this entry during the day while in my "9to 5" cubicle.(I swear I'ma get that music section up by tommorrow)***update 3:30pm...Got dammit, It looks like I'm in a New York State of Mind. Jadakiss, featuring Ghostface and Raekwon---Cartel Gathering (march, 2009) Raekwon, featuring Jadakiss---untitled (march, 2009) Jadakiss---Pain and Torture (march, 2009) French Montana, featuring Jadakiss---New York Minute (march, 2009) Camron---Spend the Night (march, 2009) NYOIL---HipHop Told Me (march, 2009) Topic, featuring Rick Ross---Pedal to the Floor (march, 2009) March 30, 2009 Isn't this about a bitch. I've been debating what I should do all morning. Let me tell yall whatz up. You see that flight confirmation up above? Well, when I was in Europe last month, I bought a ticket to fly out to L.A. on April 1st. No big thing, I had decided to let a lil broad move into my place in Long Beach since it just sits there. My mortgage is a couple G's a month and I've been wanting to rent it out for a while, but I've been under the impression that I was gonna quit and move out there all last year. I now KNOW for certain that I'll be in the "D" at least until this October. So She(and I've known her for a minute now) agreed to pay me $1500 a month for 6 months to help me defray the mortgage. That's a steal in Cali. The broad is suppose to move in on the evening of the 1st. Well, as you know the Final Four is in Detroit this coming weekend and it's gonna be off the hook in the "D" from Thursday morning until Monday night. I can probably manage to get some cheap nosebleed seats just so I can be up in Ford Field, but I got that fuckin' flight and the girl waiting to move in. I already requested the vacation days from work plus I can't get a refund on my flight. I can't even transfer the ticket. I was gonna try to sell that mothafucka. As crazy as this seems yall, I might just skip that damn flight, chalk the $500 plane ticket up as a loss, tell ol' girl forget it and kick it in Downtown Detroit instead.***update 03/31/09...The good folks at Delta/NWA informed me that I can pay a $100 rescheduling fee and change my flight to whenever, within a years time. I think I'll go after Easter. March 27, 2009 September 23, 2006(click) See I've been to Mexico so I know how things are there. Most people that live in border areas like Texas, Arizona and California have been. But when you don't travel and you live on the east coast or the midwest, you have no idea. I consider "El Chapo" the 21 century Al Capone. The mothafucka is just clownin' down there in Mexico. I started to talk about him when I saw his name on the Forbes list of Billionaires earlier this month. The Mexican President was furious about it. He might be the only one mad though, cause everytime I've been in Mexico, anything goes. Money is everything there. People actually look up to men like El Chapo. can you blame them. I'm gonna go on record saying that The only way to stop illegal shit is to legalize shit. Tax it, regulate it and let people that enjoy it indulge. It's only a matter of time before dude starts making youtube videos, you watch and see. You've heard my podcast that I did last year. I was telling yall that so much shit comes across that Mexican/U.S.A. border that there is no way you can stop everything. I've even dirty'd my hands with some of that easy money. I still can't believe I only got a slap on the wrist for getting caught. A lot of the shit that comes across does so with cooperation of people that actually work for the U.S.A. I wonder if yall mothafuckas know how easy it is to walk shit into Mexico. A mothafucka could walk into a gun store here in the U.S., buy some serious artillary that you can't by in Mexico and just walk right across the border into Mexico and hand it off to anyone waiting. Crazy shit happens in those border towns. I've just recenlty started seeing how crazy on the nightly news. I actually lived in Tijuana for a month. I would hear people talking about be careful not to get kidnapped or robbed. I thought nothing of it at the time. I was to busy fucking with the women and those 3 for $1.00 tacos. If you scroll back to Fall 2006, you'll see I had a few problems there, but it was nothing quasi-legal hookers and fake tittied strippers didn't relieve. When I had gotten fired from my day job, I stayed there because it was so inexpensive. Do me a favor, goto craigslist and just look at how cheap the rent is in any Mexican city. I think I paid $250 for the month for a nice place in 2006. In 2009, they got U.S. government warnings to be careful in those border cities. Oh, yeah, here's a link to the acticle up on top Click here. March 26, 2009 too Yo, go back to October 29, 2008(click). Remember I was telling you how Mcdonalds was puttin' the squeeze on dude that called his coney island joint Nickey D's Well, since I was off work the last few days, I got a chance to go over to the west side and noticed that he changed the "N" and the color scheme. hahahaha, you can't fuck with big coporations. I can only imagine what kinda shit McDonalds lawyers were threatening to do to his ass. March 26, 2009 Ma, do yall see where I was saying my eye was bothering me in the post below. It's what had me thinking about the broad with the pink hair. Well, that shit took me out the game for 3 days. Monday, I was thinking I could handle that shit. Went to the Pharmacy and asked them what they thought was wrong. Well, the Pharmacist said, "oooh, that looks horrible, you better get to the hospital." Then the intern stepped up and said, "No, it's probably just irritated, use some bausch & lomb and I bet the irritation will go away. If it doesn't than go see a doctor." Me being the nigga I am, I listened to the intern. I'm a strong dude, it takes a lot to make me go running to the hospital. Well, when I went into the pharmacy on monday, only one of my eyes was pink. The next day, after using the bausch & lomb, the other one was fucked up too. and now, they were both bright tomato RED. I still wasn't ready to go running to the hospital though. I kept on using that bausch & lomb shit, thinking that maybe it took a day or so to work. The B&L actually prevented my eyes from itching and hurting, but the shit just wasn't getting better. I popped open my laptop, and typed in my symptons wednesday morning. Eye Herpes kept coming up. Needless to say, I started saying prayers as I threw on my clothes. I think I was doing 100 all the way to the hospital. I kept thinking to myself it had to be the crazy braod that sucked my dick that weekend. The tech that was getting me prepared to see the doctor was in her 20's, a FINE little blond chick. I could tell she hung around brothas and sistas by the way she was talking to me. I said in a real low tone "I think some bitch gave me eye herpes." She almost dropped to the ground laughing. She said, "If you had eye herpes, you'd have sours all around your eyes and under the lids. You'd be in so much pain that you wouldn't even be able to keep your eyes open" She said, you would have had to had come into contact with someone with genital herpes and then rubbed your eyes. Now, in my mind, I knew that shit was possible. I kept thinking all these years I've been fucking, I've never got that shit. WOW. She was talking like there's no way it could happen. Then I started thinking to myself, GOD I AM SO LUCKY. The doctor came into the room laughing. As he examined my eyes, he said, "You better stop trying to diagnose yourself from what you read on the internet. You just have a bacteria infection." He gave me some drops and said, "If your eyes aren't better in 5 days, come back in." At that moment, I made the usual promise to myself that I'm done partiipating in my own porn scenes. I'm just shooting now. I've said it before, but after that scare, I think I'm DONE. My last scene will go up on the .com tommorrow. I asked the doc if he thought I needed a written excuse for a few days off work. He said, "If you're not handling kids, food or patients than no. You'll be fine going back to work tommorrow." I said, "Are you sure. They're still red." He said, "You should be happy you have a job, go to work and be thankful you're not part of the almost 12% of unemployed people in Michigan. You probably wouldn't have had insurance to come in today if you weren't working." I asked him if my eyes would have been in danger if I hadn't have come in. He said, "No, they would havbe just stayed like they are now for about 10 days." So here I am back at the 9 to 5 after 2 days off. 2 vacation days that I had to burn. FUCK. March 22, 2009 Now, I like to fuck bitches, what man doesn't? But there have been a few broads over the years that have settled me down for a little while. There are probably more women that read this blog than men. Cause most of the calls I get are from women. Let me tell you what it takes to "tame" a brotha like myself. It's real simple, You gotta be pretty. Slim and trim, I like petite women, tall or short, light or dark. But you gotta have confidence in yourself to the point of being conceded. When you walk into a room of people, your body and aura must command attention. All eyes should be on you, but it shouldn't be because you're just a loud and obnoxious bitch. That by the way is the biggest turn off for me. Most importantly, you gotta be a "Bad Girl". Other bitches should either be jealous of you or want to fuck you, and dudes are intimidated by you. You gotta be the type of women that if you take a swing at me and I grab my gun, you go grab your bigger gun. That's the kinda broad you're looking at up above. Now there are a lot of broads on my .com site that are locked up, but she isn't one of those chicks. I met her back in 2002 when she was YOUNG. When I first saw her, she was walking out of the jewelry store with her homegirls. She had pink hair, some pink air jordans on. She really wasn't as cute as the girls I normally holla at, but she had on some skin tight jeans showing off a plump ass. She was rocking a link chain with an AK-47 charm on it. She was with a group of chicks that looked like they could have been models. When I see a group of women, I approach the one that is least attractive, because that's the one that will give you the play. Psychologically she is always trying to prove to the more prettier girls in the group that she can attract a man even with them around." I simply walked up to them all and said, "I like yall style." I then turned to the girl up above, looked her deeply in the eyes and said, "But you, there's something about you. Take my phone # call me and let me take you to dinner and tell you what it is" To this day, I know that she was special. Given the right circumstances and opportunities, she would have been very successful. She "had it". I remember taking her to one of the summer Detroit festivals. She wore a tight black dress had her hair died blond and I almost had to fight niggaz for trying to flirt with her behind my back. and those photos up above don't do her justice. In the 1st and 2nd picture, it was early morning and we were coming out of my loft by the old Tiger Stadium, and as far as the 3rd photo, yall know how fucked up bitches look in prison. lol, I remember a girl at my 9 to 5 always got a kick out of this broads hair. She used to say, "So you like girls with colored hair huh?" Anyways, the time we spent together, might have been the most exhilarating moments I have ever spent. We would be in the middle of traffic in the middle of the day, and she would grab my shit and say, pull over and fuck me. We did it everywhere in the "D". I can remember hittin' that out at the end of the wooden deck on Belle Isle. The same deck that was on the slim shady album cover. I swear, I had her over the edge, bangin' the shit out of that pussy. Well, today, for some strange reason my eye is red and itching. I think I scratched it in my sleep. As I was looking in the mirror, hoping it's not pink eye. Her pink hair popped into my head. I swear I was thinking about her all day. and we hadn't spoken to or seen each other in 5 years. I remember it was the night before the 2004 NBA all star game. She had called me and I told her I had to get away from the "D" for a while. I had a real Bitch for a teamleader at work. She was starting to ride me in 2004 after suspending from work multiple times in 2003. She said, "You should have taken me with you. I've never even been out of Michigan." I was like, "baby, we haven't even been together for a year". She then said, "okay, when you get back to Detroit, give me a call. Maybe you can at least take me out to dinner". I never called her and haven't spoken to her since then. Ironically, I stopped fucking with her, because she had become a boring chick. She was in school, working in a business office and when I last saw her she had stopped wearing tight shit. She had become the kind of woman that she used to always say she imagined me kickin' it with, not someone like her. Right before I got into the bed, I googled her name, and her 2nd degree murder case popped up. She was sentenced to 25 years in prison exactly 6 months ago today. It's amazing how many broads that I know are in prison. Not for writing bad checks or stealing but for MURDER. I can remember telling mothafuckas how an ex of mine stabbed me. People laughed like it was a joke. I was telling them how there ain't shit funny about violence. Shit is real out here. All it takes is for your significant other to get heated, and then next thing you know, you're dead. Women can be so vicious. Someone pushed this broads buttons and they're no longer breathing.***update 03/23/09...I just remembered I have video of her. I'll dig around for it.***update 03/22/2011...Found one of the vids of her. It's under todays date. March 21, 2009 I've got a lot of toys scattered in storage facilities all over the country. Hopefully by the end of summer, everything will be in one place and I can do my garage section of this blog. The caddy up above is obviously my favorite project. There's 3 pictures up above. The top one is from May 2008. The second picture was shot in September 2008. The bottom joint is today. Notice how on the top picture I still hadn't put the chrome back on and the skirts(what a nightmare) were still missing. In the second photo, the lenses and some bumper support was still missing. Below this text you're reading is how the caddy looked in 2001 before I did anything to it. See the light rust that was all along the bottom of the car and the wheel openings. and then that dull/pitted and scratched chrome that I had redone. The droptop "BossHogg" eldorado next to it was copped for $500 in 2001. I sold it for $2000 about 5 years ago. It wasn't worth paying for storage/ Having it restored would have been way too expensive. most caddy's made after 1974 have cracked plastic which is very expensive to replace. The bumpers have dried rubber which I would have had to remove and replace. Not to mention the convertible top and its fucked up mechanics. I'm glad I flipped it. Sold it to a brotha that saw me pumping gas in it at the gas station. When I decide something is worth taking on, I finish it. I've always been that way. I've tried to convince myself that it wasn't worth it, that I'd never finish. But like I told yall in March 21, 2007(click) and while you're at it check out April 20, 2008(click) too. Every spring I get hyped up to work on it. This spring I'm just hyped up about putting some plates on that mothafucka and having it on the road daily. I do still gotta install the parking lights and the side marker light bezels. They're still sitting in it's trunk. I'm telling yall, when I stopped at the auto shop after work yesterday my dick got hard. The mechanic threw me my keys and told me to get in, take it for a spin and see if I can notice any difference. I almost didn't go back. It was the first day of Spring. Still chilly, but the sun was shinin' it's the weekend and I was feeling good. I felt like rollin' to belle isle, but then I realized I don't have a drivers license or a plate for the car. Plus them old tires go flat after an hour. I've had the caddy fully assembled now for a good 6 months. Remember I was gonna ship it out west back in September. On a warm day this past February, I cranked the caddy up and drove it through the hood. I noticed that it was still having the same problem that it had when I was driving it daily back in 2001. The battery wouldn't hold a charge for the whole day. You can drive like a king all day until you stop it and park for more than 30 minutes. Then it has to be charged. I had bought a new battery and replaced the alternator back in 2001, but that still didn't fix it. It was cool though, cause it would run smooth all day after a good morning charge. Now that I've taken it apart and put it back together, I'm remembering the little things that was wrong with it when I bought it for $300 8 years ago. This summer, I don't wanna be that nigga that you see on the side of the road waiting for AAA road service. So I got a professional replacing a lot of the 40 year old internal parts for me. All this shit is like bagging up clippings after you've done all the hard yard work. So far this month I found out that the barely used 8 year old battery was no good. I had put the alternator on wrong and when I bought it, it might not have been any good. The carborator got replaced this week, as well as the fuel pump, gas tank, and all the spark plugs. The mechanic even convinced me to add a modern electronic ignition for $100. I'm told every car built after 1972 has one. For the next few weeks, he'll be doing some rewiring. Keep in mind, these are all 40 year old parts. The caddy was still running good without replacements but this is just fixing problems before they happen. I don't think it's possible to explain to yall how good it feels to buy a sputtering rusted out hoopty for $300, drive it 2500 miles to Detroit. work on it piece by piece for 8 years and then realize you're within weeks of having a clean, smooth running classic. You can go online and find an already completed classic on ebay and buy from anywhere between $5,000 to $10,000, but it just ain't the same. Kinda like buying pussy off craigslist.com or eros.com Yeah, you'll enjoy it would be much more satisfying if met the bitch in the frozen foods section at the grocery store and used game to get the pussy. My only regret was removing all the chrome. Because getting it rechromed and remounted was my biggest expense. Not to mention hunting down brand new lenses and little $10.00 replacememnt parts on ebay and cadillacking.com. Those damn skirts have been a fuckin' nightmare. I've had to paint and strip them 3 times just trying to match the rest of the car. At first it was too dark, now as I examine pictures, it's probably a little too light, but fuck it. Instead of having lowrider magazine fantasy's, I should've just repaired the rust & painted and I would have been done 5 years ago. All in all, the ride ain't perfect. It's no where near showcar quality, but hell, I only paid $300 for it(then put in 5 grand of work). I'm finally satisfied. That's all that matters. I've had brand new 20 inch Dayton wires wrapped in vogues and stored for 5 years now. They were to be the final touch but I'm having a change of heart. I'm seriously thinking about going 90ish and tossing on some 14 inch D's instead. We'll see. The only thing more satisfying will be when I finish developing the pieces of property that I've been acquiring and finally throw down the cash for some island property that I've been lusting after since 2006. So until I buy my Ferrari, When you see me rollin' in this joint(and you will, cause I'm not hard to find if you're in the hood), remember what I have...1) A plan 2) PATIENCE and 3) Determination. With those, you can accomplish anything. March 21, 2009 .....For me, it was March 22 when that "Golden Year" in Hip Hop started. Ironically tommorrow will be 15 years to the day(I googled the release date). Tuesdays was a special day back then. It was the day that all the new music for the week was released. As usual I had walked into Wherehouse Music in Big Rapids, Michigan and copped the tape you're looking at above. Above the Rim. The tape has been popped, but I've always managed to have a digital file of this. Even on a floppy disc lol. Thinking back, this CD was actually the first thing I had ever burned onto a CD. To this day, it's still my favorite Soundtrack of all time. Like many of the LP's(that's what they were called before CD's) of that time. I could stick the tape into my deck and listen from beginning to end without pushing the fastforward button to skip any songs. That's remarkable because the Above the Rim soundtrack has a variety of songs. It was probably the last time I bought a tape without considering it an East or a West coast tape. Before 1994, I would just buy anything that I heard Billy T and T.J. play late nights during the "Def Music Zone" on 107.5 WGPR. Hell, I still don't know what part of the country SWV which was my favorite female group at that time was from. It wasn't even something people thought about then. They were at they're peak on this tape. As well as the R&B group H-town. If you listen to the beginninng of my podcasts, you hear the the end of The Dogg Pounds "Big Pimpin'". 2pacs "loyal to the game" as well as "Pain" is on this tape. Warren G and Nate Doggs "Regulate" is on it. Like I said, this was and still is an amazing tape. It just goes to show you how incredible Death Row Records was in 1994. Everything that company touched was a masterpiece. In my mind, Death Row Records was Hip Hop. I had grown up listening to HipHop which before Death Row and Ruthless Records was all from New York for me. Yeah, there had been Hammer and Sir Mixalot, but they were novelty pop acts that I had never fallen for. I came up listening to nothing but East Coast shit. I said previously in my blog that before Doug E. Fresh and Slick Rick's "The Show", I wasn't even a big fan of Rap music. Now don't get it twisted, I have always loved the Hip Hop culture. But people get it confused. It's not just Rap music. There's the clothing, breakdancing, DJing etc. The MCing element hasn't always been appealing to me.. My first taste of rap music comes from listening to The Wizard on WJLB in the mid 1980's. Before then, with the exception to "The Message" which I had taped from the radio, I always had Michael Jackson cassettes inside my Sony Walkman. I've never owned anything by Run DMC. It's only now that I can listen to their shit and enjoy it. Above The Rim, the actual movie starred 2pac was probably one of the worse of that time. But of course I think I went to see it all summer long with different girls($3.95 movie theatre tickets, those were the days). In June, when college let out for the year, I greyhounded out to L.A. which I did every summer during college and this tape was definitely the one I listened too most on that 3 day ride. Basically this joint right here set the mode for my summer. I was even lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Death Row Records filming some shit that summer of 1994. Before I went back to Detroit that summer, I greyhounded all the way back east. I bought a scenic route greyhound ticket back. It made stops in Vegas, Phoenix, Dallas, St. Louis. It was breath-taking to me. Before then, I had only been on car trips down south, to destinations like Alabama, Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Lousiana and Mississippi. and of course the whole midwest. But now I was seeing places that you couldn't get to from detroit in a 12 hour drive. U.S.A. through a teenagers eyes, with a year of college under my belt, a 4.0 Grade point Average. I felt invincible, and that above the rim soundtrack was the perfect shit to listen to going cross-country. I wish I had taken more photos of me and the citys, but all I was interested in was photographing all the fine women I was banging. When I got to NYC, there was a different kind of a music buzz there. It was unlike anywhere else I had heard that summer. NYC was still HIP-HOP, Death Row Records was apparently just borrowing it. It seemed like where the whole world was listening to Death Row, NYC was on some different shit. Now don't get it twisted, Deathrow tracks were still beating out of trunks and blaring out of car windows in New York too. But unlike other places, NYCers weren't emulating shit that was being done out west. The 5 burroughs had there own shit brewing.. The mixtapes I heard were amazing. Remember, it's what I consider the greatest year for hip hop music.(this will be moved to the music section). March 20, 2009 too A young teenage JohnJuan, Spring of 1994...Now I told yall I wanted to boost traffic on this site right. Well, I guess after almost 3 years It's time for me to what I had originally planned for this site. In 2009 I've given up on the Radio. I just can't stand listening to the bullshit Hip Hop and R&B of today. I don't wanna sound like an old out of touch bitch, but I know talent and most of the new hip hop artist are not talented. I can honestly say that the only thing that I enjoy listening to now are the D.J.'s and personalities. They're actually better than ever, but the music that's played on all the stations are GARBAGE. I've felt this way for a long time now. when I bought this domain, I envisioned this blog, podcast, videos and streaming music. The kind of music that I like. 24/7. It was too expensive and laws kept me away from the music. It's still costly, but I'm gonna figure out a way to make some shit happen. This weekend, I'm gonna make time to create a long overdue music section for this site. In my opinion(and most peope my age will agree) the greatest year ever for Hip Hop music was 1994. It's been coined "the Golden year" It's the year NAS dropped Illmatic. Biggie dropped Ready to Die. Tupac released Me Against the World. All classics. I figure for the foulfowl.net music section I'll tackle one year at a time and 1994 is the perfect year to start with. Remember, this is my blog and just like everythiing else that you see here, it'll only be shit I choose to showcase. So next entry I will take you back 15 years to spring of 1994..... March 20, 2009 OK, So I started to call off today, but I came on into my day job. My alarm was ringing. I was reachin' over the broad that stayed over last night. I had one hand on her ass and the other one on my celly. The bed was so nice and warm, her ass was so nice and round but I started thinking that if I called in and lounged around the crib all day, I'd be losing 8 hours of MONEY. The funny thing is I used to feel that way about working OT. I wanted every single penny I could get my hands on. I don't do OT anymore, but I'm not about to start calling in to work. Especially since I don't plan on doing anything at the gig today anywayz. When I tell yall that I've mastered the art of sleeping with my eyes closed, I'm telling the truth. It's Friday. Those mothafuckas just might have to suspend me or fire me, cause I don't think I've done shit all week. I would really dig a cool 30 days off right about now, But anywayz. I'm writing today because I got another project I'm embarking on. Now I don't wanna seem like a scatter brain, everything I start, I finish. I'm just lazy and only work on all this internet shit for like an hour out of the day. See the sodas up on top. I'm still gonna get that shit poppin' and as a matter of fact, as cheap as real estate and shit is right now, I'm seriously thinking about buying a building, opening a soda store and hiring mothafuckas to run that shit. Chic-Chick.com, Europoon.com, Blackvaginafinder.TV Yes I'm still working on that shit too. I even got new content to put on them, but like I said. I'm lazy and it doesn't matter when I get shit going anywayz, that's the magic of working for yourself. I ain't on no schedule. As long as I keep the .com site updated and running properly, it's all good for JohnJuan. I'll explain my newest project a little later. I gotta look like I'm working at my cubicle for a few hours. Be right back. March 19, 2009 Just finished a nice quiet last full day of Winter lunch. If I heard the news correctly this morning, Spring arrives tommorrow evening. Today, I happen to be at Starbucks sippin' a warm coffee and nibbling on vanilla bean stones or whatever the fuck this is called. I'm gonna have to download that old Biz Markie song, "It's Spring again." I thinkin' back on this past Winter and Got damn I had a good one. In November, I never would have thought Winter 2009 would have been even better than 2008. and I had plans for it to be good, but fuuuck, never planned to have as much fun as it was. I got huuuuge plans for Spring and Summer that I haven't talked about yet. I have a funny feeling I'm gonna be doing it pretty BIG yall. So why the piicture of the big booty bitch up above? Well, because that's what motivates me. Tittys and Ass. I Love women and I get excited just thinking about what I'll be seeing them wearing as the weather warms up. Yall cold climate dudes out there know what I'm talking about. Those coats and sweaters start getting shed and good lord...FLESH. and I'll tell you seeing it really makes me happy to be a man. I shot the picture of the broad up above in Vegas 2 months ago. I was lying my ass off to her. Then I said, "I love you flicks girl." lol, she looked at me and said,"Oh yeah, name one." I couldn't and she said, "You liar, you don't even know who I am, do you?" and guess what yall. I still don't. But you know what, it didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now. I had some dollars in my pocket and I was at AVN adult expo, trying to make something happen with any nicely shaped broad up in there. The same way I'll be doing at Erotica in June. Hell, just like I've done everyday since puberty. So yeah, I'm motivated to get money, pussy and hell, what else is there. The funny thing about that is that everything else falls right into place when you're chasing those two. Some will argue that they go hand and hand. One thing is for sure though, without money, you won't have any hoes. For example, I'm gonna buy some spring gear, some new rims for the ride, new bling etc. All that attracts the hoes and all that shit also makes me look good. when you look good, doors/opportunities open up for you. Which allow you to keep a roof over your head, food on the table and money in the bank. a little flawed, but I like to keep people scratching their heads. You understand what I'm sayin' though? Ask any rockstar why he started playing. The bitches. Why do nerds study so hard in school? So one day they can get bitches. God set the system up so it would work this way. The whole world depends on fine hoes to keep shit going. This is why capitalism thrives the way it does and why communism doesn't work. So yeah, bring on Spring and the bitches. Not the fat ones though, cause all they motivate a nigga to do is eat. PEACE. March 18, 2009 Winter is going out like a lamb. Spring is just a few days away. I stepped outside yesterday and went for a stroll through the "D". Just a beautiful day, the high was 69 degrees. I find myself paying more attention to monuments now. The ones here don't have shit on those in Europe. I was so impressed by a lot of the shit that I saw there that I'm still sifting through photos, adding them to last months entry's. Go back to February 2009 and take a 2nd look. March 15, 2009 I've been driving in the city for 3 years now without a license or insurance. Partly because I'm just cheap and then partly because I've been a little stubborn and have refused to pay the State of Michigan fee's that they've requested for a 5 year old law(I'll do a whole entry on this at a later date). I haven't been able to drive into the suburbs because it's automatic jailtime if you're pulled over there. But it has basically been "dowatchalike" in Detroit. Things are changing though...See, the ex-Mayor of Detroit(yeah, you know the bad guy that cheated on his wife and sent out some embarrassing text msg's)developed the Mobile Police Stations that you see up above. That big white trailer you see up above got behind me last night and scared the fuck outta me. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. Saw my freedom flashing in front of me. I swear when I saw these joints on the news a few days ago, I thought they were a joke. A waste of taxpayer money...They sped past me but right then and there, I decided to give up my letter writing fight to the state. I've lost. I'm gonna throw in the towel and just pay to get my license back before I end up having to do 6 months in the county. With some good internet sales it should take me about 2 months to come up with the $10,000 I owe. I guarantee that you'll see a lot of the obvious crimes that take place in the city cease. All those trailers have to do is drive up to a dope block and park there and it's "game over" for the dealers, the addicts and the theives. Basically, the element. Me being a brotha that knows the streets have heard "the element" say, "time to shut down for a while or move to another location." These mobile stations are gonna move "the element" right on out of Detroit, you watch and see. It's a perfect time for these stations to be deployed, right before the NCAA final four, which by the way the ex-mayor of Detroit can take credit for bringing to the city(not the suburbs). The tournament could have easily been at the Palace of Auburn Hills. Just like a Free show that Jay Leno is giving for the unemployed next month. In the city, the new hotels which have been laying people off over the past few months are booked to capacity for the NCAA Final Four. You're gonna have people from all over the world here spending money in Downtown Detroit, and that money will leak right into the gut of the city. But you see, there's gotta be shit like the NCAA tournament going on in Detroit all the time for the city to come back to life. Good luck with that. I don't wanna get too local, cause I've got international visitors to my blog, but...We have a city council full of men and women that people find amusing enough to upload their meetings to youtube. Do a search and see for yourself. A lot of y'all have been to the North American International Auto Show. I always go. I also have gone to the L.A. auto show quite a few years. go back to my December 4, 2006 entry. You'll see how I mentioned how much better the L.A. venue is compared to the Detroit venue which host the NAIAS. Well, since that time, Cobo Hall has gotten even worse. Getting funding to expand and repair it has become a real big issue here in Michigan. Without good leadership that has the city's interest in mind, Detroit is gonna fall 2 steps backwords in the next few years after taking A huge step forward over the past couple of years. I've been all over the country. I've seen the good & bad and I know what works. You name the city, I've been there. It's not rocket science. The keys to improving Detroit are simple. You gotta follow these steps.... 1)Control Crime. 2)Have a reason for people to visit and 3)Teach people to cherish neighborhoods and encourage home ownership. That'll create pride where people will keep up their property and in turn that keeps "the element" out. I get so sick of hearing mothafuckas cry, "You gotta do something for the neighborhoods." Idiots. if you don't have money coming into the city, the already crumbling neighborhoods deteriorate at an even higher rate. Just my 2 cents. But what do I know, I'm just a brotha that enjoys fuckin' hoes, making money....By the way, I just finished watching the selection show. GO BLUE! March 13, 2009 I'm not sure, maybe I get 1,000 visitors to this site a day on a good day. I got maybe 5 phone calls yesterday evening. People telling me how they had been fucked at they're jobs too. Then I actually got a few job offers from people who have been watching me for more than 5 years. I'll quote dude, "Anyone with as much dedication to anything like what you do on the internet is obviously a hard worker. Your morals are questionable, but in business whose aren't." Look, I appreciate the couple of offers I received, but I ain't lookin' for another gig. Like I said back in 2007, I'ma sit my ass right where I'm at for now. I'm waiting to be presented with my company's little blue 10 year plaque and then I'll be all about Foul Fowl Entertainment, which by the way was registered in Wayne County Michigan, in 2003. I'ma tell yall, an old LAPD officer that I had a conversation with after being FIRED in 2006 opened up my eyes. Dude in his early 60's. He said, "So, you're 30 and from Detroit. I'm originally from Chicago. I see you got your shit packed in the truck. Looks like you're making a move." He ran my shit, I had a traffic warrant in a Detroit suburb, but the station radio'd back and told him that TROY, Michigan won't extradite. Then we talked for like 20 minutes about working. I told him about my job situation and that I knew I would probably go back in about a year. He said, "Handle your business son and whatever you decide to do, don't wait too long, cause you'll be too old and it'll be too late." Another dude had said the same thing to me yeeears before. That shit stuck in my head this time though. and That's why you won't see a brotha striving to hit 15 or 20 years at a dead-end job. It's 10 and out for me. Another question I got after yesterdays entry was, "What happen before 2002? You said you've been working with that company for 10 years." Well, 1999, 2000, and 2001 were great. I wasn't just some nigga that was "just there". I was working my ass off. It was evident that I was beneficial to the company. See that picture I posted today up on top. Not only was I doing outstanding work, but my picture was plastered on the back of the companys ANNUAL REPORT book, as well as printed advertisements in business publications that I had no idea about. I dug my old copy out from all my other collectables and snapped a shot of it for yall. I had to blur out other mothafuckas faces and the company name up there cause I don't have "LEGAL" permission to have it here. When yall brothas and sistas out there see how badly a brotha like myself was fucked over. IT SHOULD MAKE YOU MAD. dig this, The people that "supervise" me now were in High School when I started working for this company. I think they have maybe 3 years of experience under their belts. I ain't mad at them though and I swear I feel respect from them....Judging from the way folks have been kicking it with me on the phone. I struck a nerve kinda like when I show needles and pipes on my .com site. PEACE, be careful it's Friday The 13th. March 12, 2009 I'm almost certain I said back in December that I wouldn't say shit about my "Day job" again until I write my book, but.....when you spend more time in a place than you actually spend at home, you can't help but to have stories. This blog about me would be a sham, if I didn't mention the 9 to 5, cause that's where most of my day is spent everyday. So...yesterday afternoon, to my surprise, I was given an E/MAP(I dare anyone to confront me about posting it on my BLOG. It's mine), which is simply the name of the yearly review for the company that I work for. These reviews are the single most important item used for promotion. Now let me say this first, My current supervisor and the last 2 supervisors(which both suddenly resigned while I was on leave in December and January) were alright with me. Hell, everyone is alright with me now, cause I stopped actually "working" years ago. I just want yall to see the INSANE shit that goes on at this company. When I travel outside of the Detroit area, you hear people say how the U.S. automobile company's deserve to die. Well, it becomes real hard to argue against that when you are the victim so many wrong doings. Now, up above I wasn't gonna post ALL my 9 years of reviews. You're just gonna have to BELIEVE me when I say that in 2003, I got royally screwed over to the point where I STILL contemplate flying to Haiti or Western Africa and holla at a few witch doctors(yall laugh, but ain't shit funny). I was on a roll in life at that time. Shit was coming together, I was handling legal in the courts, internet income was starting to boom and more importantly I WAS WORKING HARDER AND DOING MORE FOR THE COMPANY THAN ANYONE AT MY 9 TO 5. But that woman just did everything in her power to fuck me over. Now I don't punch a clock, I'm a salary worker. Yet I swear to yall I'd get written up for walking to my desk 3 minutes late when other mothafuckas on my team would constantly be 15, 20 minutes late to work. Those same assholes laughed at me cause they knew shit wasn't right that they were basically doing whatever they wanted. Could drop there kids off at school and come in an hour late and the supervisor would give them a pass. Ironically the ones that haven't quit, haven't been promoted either. There's no reason for a mothafucka to be educated and working an entry level position for 10 years. See how in 2002, my review comments were delightful. There is no fuckin' way in hell that anyone can go from there to where I was in 2003. After 2003, see the 2004 review. I constantly told everyone in my facility that would listen how I had been done wrong. Those assholes laughed me off. The woman that did my review in 2004 wrote that shit to seem like I was crazy. I took Psychology classes in college. I know the characteristics of a paranoid schizo. Fuck her and her "somebody is trying to get me" ass. So I shut down and I swear to yall I haven't done anything more than the minimum to stay employeed since then. I refused to let the company use me for grunt work and not let me broaden my horizons. I did let them pay for some master degree classes and enrichment classes(I can now tint windows and install car stereos lol). The review I got today is on the bottom. We no longer get a comment summary(at least I didn't this year). But one of her many "funny" comments is listed below the review with MY comments to management written in. Now, Answer me this: How the fuck can you "MET TARGET" and then in the behavior section, which is subjective get all those less than satisfactory marks. I'm like what the fuck is this. It's like You going into work everyday, getting what you're suppose to get done, but someone coming at you upset because they don't like the manner(not quality) in which it was done. But I'm not trippin' though cause like I said she was a cool supervisor and I just don't care anymore. But Shit, even in High School, when my grades were bad(see december 08) cause I didn't work I had excellent behavior. I'm not some nigga that's just gonna disrespect you cause I CHOOSE not to work hard. I swear Septemper 13th can't come quick enough. It was never my anticipation of being in the same position for as long as I have stayed. I've been doing the same shit since I walked into that place in September or 1999. Somebody told me that the only reason I was hired is to meet minority quotas. I walked in with A PLAN. I originally was gonna do 5 years at my current location and then age 30, I was gonna request a transfer to a facility out west or down south. But I swear when I got stomped in 2003 and realized that wasn't gonna happen I've sat up in that bitch for the last 5 years collecting a paycheck just to piss mothafuckas off. It's worked. I can't even count how many times I've been suspended and disciplined. and I hope my readers don't think I'm some internet crybaby that just blogs and doesn't speak. I don't hide behind any mask. I KEEP IT REAL and ain't hard to find. If you don't like what you read, FUCK YOU. Get at me. you can email me or call. whatever. I always speak my mind here and in "the real world." ***update 12:23pm...Thanks for the calls and emails, but no thanks I don't want y'all to "off" anyone for me, but I think I'll look into them African spots. Might be interesting. March 12, 2009 So I head to Little Caesaers for my dinner last night. I walked in, and walked right back out. Just seeing the huge mothafucka learning how to make pizzas was enough for me to realize that I wanted a salad for dinner. This mothafucka has the nerve to be on his first day of work at my local Little Caesars. Hell, Little Caesars had the nerve to hire him. March 11, 2009 So here I am at the 9 o 5. I've stopped eating my huge breakfast that I've told y'all about. No more chicken or steak omelets in the morning for me. Why? Well, just look at the photo up above. Now before some mothafucka tries to get me fired. Those aren't bitches from my job, they're bitches that have office jobs in the area. I honestly have been scared away from food. Kinda how I got scared the fuck outta making porn for my .com site in abandoned buildings. Yesterday morning, when I was eating scramled eggs, I swear to god, I kept thinking about the cellulite bitches be having. My advice to fat bitches, either lose weight, of hang yourself. As yall know I work in the automobile industry in the "D". There was a time when I worked in a building full of beautiful, slim women. Now, I swear to yall there's maybe 2 broads that look decent up in here. I'm still puzzled as to how this has happened with the job market the way it is. I should be a middle school or high school counselor. I'd tell young ladies, what my coworkers were obviously not told growing up. "No one wants a fat, ugly, aging chick. By any means neccessary, keep yourself looking young and in shape. Even if you get married, follow my advice or your husband will cheat on you and eventually you'll end up a divorce'" See, I've sat where I'm at for 9 years and 3 month's(I got 6 months left to make that 10 year mark)and watched the fine women somehow find a way to get promoted or moved to better positions OUTSIDE of the facility that I'm at. All that's left here is undesireable women. There are a few exceptions here though. I see a few broads pushing 40 that could really be doing big things with a little advice from me. Now I don't wanna sound like a woman hater and single them out(cause they're probably my favorite things in the world), so I'll say this as well. The dudes that are left(all except me of course) seem to be bustas. but this ain't about them and a mans physical attributes don't matter. Our wallets just have to be FAT. and any brotha living off OUR salary alone doesn't have a FAT wallet. Lets not even bring having kids into the equation with the pennies we're making. But back to the BITCHES... There's nothing worse than walking into work in the morning and having nothing to look at but sloppy 30+ year old broads all day. It really became noticeable when I got back from Europe(i gotta watch myself here)...I overhear one chick in particular talking about her boyfriend(s) doing this and that. Them going here and there. I'm sitting back in my seat the whole time thinking that yeah, one of the broke homies in the hood is just using you for your dividends. One of my first podcasts mentions that. I guess if I was an uneducated brotha, with no job I'd try to latch onto a big whale to keep me from drowning too. Fat bitches out there ain't dating or marrying doctors, engineers or pro athletes. No, I take that back there are a few chubby chasers out there, but lets be realistic. and lawyers or musicians don't count because most of them are broke and talentless anyways. NO ONE WANTS A FAT BITCH. I don't know any fat chicks in my personal life, never have and let me just set the record straight. I don't hate fat bitches. They make money for me on the .com, so I occasionally fuck one. I just don't wanna have anything in common with them, so I'm gonna drop some pounds starting 2 days ago. In all honesty, I'd rather reform a smoked out crackhead(at least they're slim and trim) and dine and wine her before I'm ever spotted at the movie theatre with an obiest broad. Like I said lose weight or just end it. ***update already 9:40am...a dude emailed me saying that pretty women just don't put up with bullshit for a long time. In bad economic times, they are quicker to latch on to men with money. So thats what has happened to all my decent looking female coworkers. ***update 1:50pm...Okay, as you can see below instead of a big fat breakfast, no lunch and a modest dinner, I've switched to no breakfast to a modest lunch(chicken gyro and chili fries) and afterwork I'll pick up a light dinner(a little caesars hot & ready and some crazybread). March 11, 2009 Yeah, it's a slow month so....Since I threw up a 1996 picture yesterday, I figured today I'd answer the most asked question I get from my .com visitors. "How do you NOT get arrested?" As you can see from the 13 year old ticket up above, I do get arrested. I've been "knocked" probably more times than you can believe. Up above is from just one of the times I got cuffed, stuffed into an unmarked caprice and driven to the station. God I wish there was a way to get all my mugshots from over the years. The first time, was the summer after I had graduated from high school. this time just happens to be the wildest one. I had just came back to the "D" from college for the weekend. I was on my way to pick-up a freak that I had met up at Grand Valley State University a weekend before. She was back at home for the weekend too and had asked me to swing through. I was out in West Bloomfield, and she stayed with Her family off livernois and 6 mile. So there I was rollin' through the west side(the best side) of Detroit. I swear, I had more fun then as a broke nigga than I do now with all this disposable income. I had The just released Doggfather and Tupacs MaKaVeLi(am alive K) in the CD changer. Believe it of not, the city was still fresh and new to me. I was still exploring the shady parts of this place. and it was a lot more shady back then too. I hadn't been to a titty bar yet and didn't even know where the east or the southwest sides of the city was. I had jumped off the Lodge freeway on Fenkell, and boy was that a mistake. I should have kept going and got off at the next exit. I saw one of the baddest bitches I had ever seen in my life standing at the Sunoco gas station. At that moment, I was like fuck the Grand Valley State girl. I was about to pick up the gas station bitch, hop back on the freeway and head back north on the lodge to the crib. I knew she was a "pro" but I didn't give a fuck. Hell, she was a $100 lookin' hoe in a $10 hoe area. As soon as I let my window down and said, "Hey baby" my truck was surrounded. The bitch vanished. I knew exactly what time it was. It had happened to me a few times before already, So I tried to get away. I thinkin' isn't this some shit. She didn't even get in the truck and let me touch a thigh. I rammed the cop car that had blocked me in and I almost made it back to the freeway(just like when I caught my now expunged felony in my mustang, I knew if I could hit that freeway, there's no way they'd catch me). It didn't work in 1996 though. The officers shot out my back window and a rear tire. I slammed into another motorist and my truck ended up sideways and pinned up against a street sign. I was stuck inside. The hooker, whom I now notice is an undercover cop is screaming, "Oh my god, oh my god Is he dead." She couldn't have been more than 25. I stuck my head out and said, "No baby, I'm STILL ALIVE." she said, "No, TRICK, I was talking about the man you hit." The cops yanked me out of the truck with grins on there faces. lol. There was just confusion all over the place(typical Detroit shit). High ranking officers were now on the scene and mysteriously the chase and the shots fired situation just vanished from all the paperwork. My truck was towed and I was taken into the precinct. I'll never forget how all the way there, the cops kept saying, "You stooopid mothafucka, why the fuck are you trying to buy pussy in this neighborhood. You came across 8 mile and totalled that truck, almost killed another driver, just cause you got caught trying to buy some pussy. P-U-S-S-Y. Brotha, if you would have cooperated, all you would have gotten was a ticket, a day in court and a day at the STD class. Now you're going to jail and you're gonna have to call someone to bond you out"....and I'ma tell yall when someone brings your bond money, there ain't no way of explaining your way out of getting busted for prostitution. Those were actually the good days in the "D". Now, fleeing from the cops is a felony. They impound your vehicle and charge you a $800 fine the first time and then $1100 each additional time. Also, I'm pretty sure that they're handing out sentences for tricking now. See that's one thing about ya boy. I've been "knocked" a gang of times, but I haven't done a day of time(unless you wanna count the holding cell). Back then, when I was just fuckin' with hoes for fun it was a pain, but nowadays when I get "knocked", I just charge it to the porn game and keep it movin'. It's actually a business expense. An old hobby that I figured out a way to get "guap" from. When I tell yall that me and some of the hoes that I have on my website go way back, I'm telling you the truth. I sometimes kick myself for not starting the .com site back in 1993. I'd already have my first million in the bank collecting interest. I had the idea to do it the first time I saw porn on the internet, but I wasn't bold enough yet. Occasionally I'll still see hoes that I messed with way back in the eaaarly to mid 90's. I've got a couple of them with me on a few of podcast that I've done. March 10, 2009 So yeah, I'm sitting here at my 9 to 5 surfing the net, and the way the news tells it, we here in the U.S.A. are really in for some hard times. Unemployment keeps on growing. You can watch the news and read about it all you want, but being out in the streets, I'm seeing mothafuckas really hurting and that shit is scary. See that picture of me up above. I ain't never not had a way of making money. I've had a job ever since I turned 13. Told yall before I caddy'd all through high school. Had a lil bullshit desk job at my dorm in college and the summer before I graduated college I was trying to get my foot into somebody's door so I could have a gig waiting for me the next year I graduated. I was 20 years old. After a 3 day bus trip, I got off the greyhound bus in the morning at the Hollywood station. caught the city bus to the (Don't be mad) "UPS" (is hiring) center, filled out some paperwork and they told me I could start that night. It was all so simple 13 years ago. That was my only night working at that mothafucka. I quit when the shift ended. They had me loading trucks and unloading trucks all damn night. I was so filthy when I finished that shift. The pay was good for a nigga at that time, and I could have stuck it out, but at 20 years old and being an arrogant college Senior that already had an A.A. degree, I knew I could do better. I ended up flying my "I could do better ass" back to Detroit just a few weeks later. I got tired of working hard. When I was 20 I swore that I'd never work hard again. and I haven't since. I guess that's how I'm able to blog and surf the net at my 9 to 5 now lol. Nowaday's gettin' a job like that would be a blessing to most people in this country. Shit is really fucked up and it's gonna get worse before it gets better. All y'all jobless mothafuckas out there need to be studying and learning skills right now. These are the times where REAL MEN make it and the fake niggaz fall the fuck off. I wouldn't even bother wasting time looking for steady work right now, cause there ain't any. Take that unemployment check that you're getting right now and make do with that and hone the new skills that you're developing to supplement it. You can be developing a way to do for self. I promise you that when the economy picks up(and it most definitely will) you'll remember how fucked up it felt and you'll never go through it again. Don't believe me, ask an elderly person about the great depression. As the old cat I was kickin' it with about the recession last night told me, "This too shall pass." ***update 03/11/09...Watching the news this morning about a local job fair, mothafuckas with long-ass resumes standing in long-ass lines for a bullshit-ass $10 an hour job. People "praying" to be able to bring home $400 a week. Like I said, there ain't no jobs out there. I'm just now realizing that the one day at UPS in '96, and a small company that I worked at from 1998 to 1999, right after I got my B.A. are the only jobs I've had to be involved with. Shit, more than enough as far as I'm concerned. Thanks to y'all readers and the internet and technology, when I'm done with my current one. It's a wrap. March 9, 2009 I was up in Meijer yesterday. It's a Michigan/midwestern chain of stores that's just like Target or WalMart. I was in the electronics section pricing digital frames and I see the old lady up above digitizing and enhancing her old photos. Maybe it's just me, but it's just stunning to me to see this old woman who's probably somebody's great grandmother using modern technology. Polaroids were probably just being invented when that lady was my age. She was explaining to the clerk that she needs to use the pictures online. I just hope she ain't posting old pics of herself on any of them online dating services. Y'all know how you been putting 10 year old photos up fronting like they're current. March 7, 2009 I have a love-hate relationship with T-mobile. Yall remember I lost my G1 in Europe a couple of weeks ago right. Well I've been trying to wait for them to release some new phones. I'm told this spring there's gonna be a lot of new shit available. The only thing NEW that those mothafuckas got in there now is the samsung memoir. Which is basically just a fuckin' 8 megapixel camera that has a phone instead of the other way around. The touch screen is horrible and well, it's just garbage. The girl working there did tell me that T-mobile will finally release a 3G USB internet card on March 24(See that pic below..I was drooling when I saw it in the european T-mobile stores), but that mothafucka is gonna cost $60 a month to use. I'm gonna have to reeeally think about that. but anywayz, I had decided that I couldn't just use one of them $20.00 phones that they sell. Eventhough I carry a netbook now. I've had a hard time dealing with not having the internet at the tip of my fingers over the last few weeks. So I was gonna just cop me the cheapest t-mobile phone they have with internet access. So I stroll around the store and give all the phones "my internet" test. I always type in my .com site to see how it gets displayed and would you believe it shows up fucked up on everything except the G1. a real pity too, cause I wanted to cop that flip pearl so bad. But my own damn site won't show up on it, so you know I couldn't buy that. Then I looked at the curve...I couldn't buy that cause it's almost a year OLD and it seems like everytime I meet a bitch she has a red one. So basically, I ended up spending $200 on another G1. This time I played it safe and got the $6 a month insurance. I hate to say it, but there still ain't another celly that can touch the cheaply-made, ugly-ass G1. Not the touch pro, not the diamond, not the storm and definitely not the iphone 3g. I opted for the white G1 this time. I figured at least getting a different color would kinda ease the pain of having to buy another one. the T-mob has always had a horrible selection of phones. If you scroll back to late 2006, I wanted the pocket PC but was told the new version was coming out soon, so I bought the dash.(see they always keep you waiting for the new shit to come out), but unlike verizon, they don't "cripple" their phones. Meaning all the functions work. and Unlike sprint you don't get raped with roaming fees. T-mobiles rates are also much cheaper that AT&T's. ***update 03/08/09...I opened my new G1 box up last night. popped in the sim card and to my surprise all the settings, my contacts and even the bookmarks from my lost phone were automatically transferred to this one. I don't know if I should applaud Google for that or run. Shit is kinda creepy that all my shit is saved like that. Who knows what else Google keeps "saved" for us. I was however forced to re-download all my apps from the android market. That turned out to be a good thing though. I only use the free apps anyways and with the upgrades made to g-notepad I can now update all my websites completely with the G1. I don't even need to touch a "real" computer. Before yall ask, I snap photos with my digital camera, pull out the cameras mini SD memory card from its adapter and insert it into the G1(i wanna see yall apple 3g people do that lol). I resize and watermark the photos and then add to the HTML that I already have saved on my phone and the mini SD card. I then use the free app called andFTP to upload my shit to the FOUL FOWL ENTERTAINMENT servers. the only thing I can't do yet is edit my videos. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before that changes though. To you youngsters, this might not be a big deal, but to an old school nigga like myself, it's quite different from the way I started my internet career way back in 2001. As late as 2003, I was forced to edit my videos on an old 1998 desktop computer because my 3 year old HP laptop wasn't powerful enough. I'd then burn the videos onto CD and drive to the Purdy and Kresge libraries at Wayne State University. There I'd sit next to homeless people at the high speed public computers uploading the first videos on the .com. I went through all that simply because the internet connections where I lived in Clinton Township and Madison Heights, Michigan was too slow. I'm not gonna even talk about having enough balls to get the nude pictures on my disposable cameras developed by broads at CVS and then manually scanning them onto 1.44mb floppy disk just so I could put them on one of my computers and upload them. You see in 2001 digital cameras weren't good enough yet. The quality of their images weren't even as good as the cheapest cell phones of today. Technology changed so much from my 20's into my 30's. I can't even imagine what things will be like when I'm 40. I'm doing this update on my G1 while standing in line with groceries on a sunday afternoon at the Kroger checkout counter. The teenage girl in front of me in line is messing with facebook on her sidekick. Somebody at T-mobile needs to cut me a check for this free publicity. March 7, 2009 So yeah, this is why I spent a few days in the sunshine state. I wasn't vacationing. No matter what state you're in, If you haven't been laid off, still have some income. decent credit. You could be making a killing in the real estate game right now. A lot of mothafuckas get sprung on foreclosed homes, but don't sleep on land and condos. I swear to yall, someone showed me a condo down here in florida that's going for 60 grand. March 6, 2009 Now I don't usually get enticed with food the way I did today. I was watching T.V. and all of a sudden an Arby's commercial comes on. I'm not even a big roast beef fan. But I swear when I saw that new Roast Beef burger on my flat screen, it was sticking out, almost like 3D. I jumped right up and got my ass to the nearest Arbys as fast as I could. I don't know what came over me. That commercial did something subliminally to me. What a huge disappointment the sandwich was though. I gobbled that shit down in about 6 bites. It tasted just like a regular roast beef sandwich to me. The shit didn't even fill me up. I had to go back up to the counter and grab me another sandwich. Actually the philly sandwich was better than the burger. Arbys probably needs to do something to get people in there restraunts. Commercials like the one I saw today works, but when you get a mothafucka into your restraunt, you gotta satisfy him. I was there at 1pm in the afternoon. Lunchtime. The Burger King down the street was packed. but as you can see in the last photo below nobody but me was in Arbys. I went out to the car, brought my laptop inside, unbuckled my belt, kicked off my shoes and lounged up in there for about an hour. The manager came over to me and said that on Sunday there's a national promotion going on. You get a FREE roast beef burger if you buy a soft drink....See, now you can go try one and you wouldn't have even known if you didn't read my blog today. March 3, 2009 I wasn't even gonna blog until the end of this week while I'm chillin' in sunny/HOT Florida....but, I wanted to keep riding the wave of viewers I've had over the last few weeks. Remember, I choose not to have any links to this blog, I keep in tucked away, but still with all my bad grammar, spelling errors and fucked up punctuation it manages to be seen and read. and the only subject of the blog is and has always been "ME" and everything according to "ME". I just keep it REAL with these entrys that take me almost 10 minutes to type up. Yall click in, comment to me and others and that shit just turns me on like 2 naked 20 year old big tittied bitches playing with themselves on my couch. I'm 3 months away from the 3 year mark with this blog and I've set a goal for June 26, 2009. I want this joint getting just as much traffic as my .com site. Sooo...I'm giving yall a "HOAX ALERT". I've devised some real outlandish shit that I'm gonna drop sometime in the near future. Buuuut, I'm telling you now because of legal ramifications(I don't want any problems). So to keep is safe, I'm gonna refer to "SQUARE DAY" which is actually today 3/3/9 within the hoax. Oh yeah, I guess I'll do a podcast in Miami. See yall 3/6/9. March 3, 2009 First of all, I want yall to glance back at the blog in November 19, 2007. Do you see those pictures of the movie that was being filmed. When I was in London, I was trippin' at the poster from the actual movie that had just come out click here. I saw them shooting that shit 15 months ago. That goes to show you how long it takes for an actual movie to hit the screens. Speaking of dogs, as you can see I was at Cobo Hall in Detroit this past weekend. Now I'm not really a big dog fan. Shit, I don't like pets period. But it was nice to see some of the breeds that you don't see often. Previously February January 2008 2007 2006 ©2009 Foul Fowl Entertainment powered by: