I work with a large number of people that did not grow up around men and women who hustle for a living. Hustle means more than sell dope to those who automatically put it in that box. It means anyone who chooses how much they are going to make. The worth of their time and expertise is not dictated to them by some unseen face at a company. To keep it simple nobody will pay you like you pay yourself. This goes across a limitless scope, but I will focus on those that public opinion or those who say that “it's not right.” I mean women that strip, people that rob; I am talking about anyone who does not get their money from working the traditional 9-5. So if you are not accustomed to people living like this you may have issues in seeing what they get out of it. Why would you risk your freedom just to make a few extra dollars? If you get caught you are going to go to jail? Aren’t you worried about your freedom? Aren’t you worried about what your parents will say or what people will think?
Yes you do worry about what your parents will say. You worry about what the preacher says. But I have seen preachers totally change the way they preach when the right contribution hits the offering. I have seen mothers shut the fuck up when all the bills get paid before they see it. I have seen women leave the man they want, to be with a man who had what they wanted. As far as jail goes you live in jail everyday of your life. Every morning you get up earlier than you want to get up. You put on cloths that you really don’t like to wear. And you spend at least eight hours of your day with at least one person you cannot stand. Its muthafuckas telling you what time you can eat how long you can be gone to shit and take a piss. You can’t use your fucking phone when you want. Everyone around you is trying to stab you in the back. All this shit just to keep the shit you really wish you could throw away. To stay in an apartment that you wish gave you more room. To keep a car that you really wish was in better condition. God forbid you get there late. God forbid that you have to take a vacation. But I have benefits, you can get your own health insurance from a private company and it will give you better coverage than most of the companies in the US. Why because it is tailor made for you not a bunch of people that you will never see. When was the last time you had sex in the middle of the day. When was the last time you cashed a check and all of it was for your enjoyment, because you covered this month’s expenses 6 months ago.
The common person on the street selling tee-shirts makes about $150 a day. If you make $1000 every two weeks he is beating you. And he doesn’t have to take piss test. He doesn’t have to ask can he be off to go out of town. As a matter of fact he can make money while he is out of town. I want to say thanks to Marc, Jay-Clipp, and Allen for showing me the rabbit hole. I want to say thank you and I am committed to putting myself through another 4 years of learning. That means in four years I work for me and me only. I hope this inspires you to say fuck a 9 to 5 I want a hustle. I want to control my time. I cannot tell you the entire route I have been taking but I had a realization the other day made things very clear to me. If all you have is a result of you doing the best you can with what you have. Ask yourself the question: am I happy with where my life is and the things I have done? If you are not happy or to say the least satisfied you have to learn more. You have to give your self more knowledge than you have in order to get out of life what you want. You have to humble yourself enough to gain more knowledge and understand that it will take time. I haven’t been writing because I have been trying to learn.
I also want o say R.I.P. Kermit from Mississippi State University. He passed away in a helicopter crash in Iraq; he was a soldier in the Air Force a father and a husband. He was also a good dude. I remember Kermit from college we lived in the same dorm. It’s funny how many great men and women are dying in this war. Who will be left to run our country……. oh yeah the rich kids that didn’t have to join because they have enough money that going to the reserves for college money isn’t an issue. Kermit always wanted to be in the service sleep in peace playboy. Take care of your people, I’ll get at you……. Freedom
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Just Wait
I burned two in the car, so I’m moving very slowly as I walk towards the club. I can hear the music echoing outside. There is a beautiful girl with a very loud voice standing outside talking to a dude that doesn’t care what she is saying. I see scattered people standing around before I enter, I say my various hellos to those I know and ignore those that I don’t. I walk into the club and melt into the crowd. The lighting inside gives the appearance as if everything was a mixture of vivid colors offset by the calming darkness I Slide around the bar to a location that puts me right in front of the DJ. I order an import and settle in between the bass line and fruity loops escaping from the speaker. As the notes find a home in my subconscious only inspiration and escape is requested. I am taken by the faces and shapes of the various women wearing perfumes that all smell of sexy. The bar tender is a little slow so I choose to order two the next time I see him. My zone is interrupted for only a moment by a bus boy as he bumps a table with some flyers on it. I decided not to pay attention as he quickly cleans up the mess he made.
While sitting at the bar I notice that two women have sat next to me and they are quickly surrounded by the lames begging to bankroll their night. I don’t say anything but I had more game in tenth grade). I gently tap the one sitting nearest to me on the arm and ask her politely “may I put my foot on the little bar between the legs of your chair?” Why did you ask me that, you could have just done it? “I don’t want to assume that I can just take over your space. I would much rather be invited to stay.” She gave me her number and told me to call her that night. I let the lames pay for her and her girl’s drinks.
Again I focus on the music. I came here to hear François and Clipp destroy the tables. Clipp walks in and passes me some smoke. I lit it with some matches on the bar as the flame became the sun of the universe in my hand I smelled the combination of tobacco and fire fill my nose. Honey taps me on the shoulder and says here I think you were drinking one of these. Apparently she pimped another import for me. I sipped it slowly and blew the smoke away from the crowd. They are not the kind to appreciate the gentle smell of ashes being created. I give her a kiss on the cheek and walk out side. I call my boy and tell him man I bet it would be sick to write about a normal day when I don’t even do shit. He said that shit would be boring I said nothing about me is boring, just wait. So this is a regular night for me, please tell me how you spend your time…….
While sitting at the bar I notice that two women have sat next to me and they are quickly surrounded by the lames begging to bankroll their night. I don’t say anything but I had more game in tenth grade). I gently tap the one sitting nearest to me on the arm and ask her politely “may I put my foot on the little bar between the legs of your chair?” Why did you ask me that, you could have just done it? “I don’t want to assume that I can just take over your space. I would much rather be invited to stay.” She gave me her number and told me to call her that night. I let the lames pay for her and her girl’s drinks.
Again I focus on the music. I came here to hear François and Clipp destroy the tables. Clipp walks in and passes me some smoke. I lit it with some matches on the bar as the flame became the sun of the universe in my hand I smelled the combination of tobacco and fire fill my nose. Honey taps me on the shoulder and says here I think you were drinking one of these. Apparently she pimped another import for me. I sipped it slowly and blew the smoke away from the crowd. They are not the kind to appreciate the gentle smell of ashes being created. I give her a kiss on the cheek and walk out side. I call my boy and tell him man I bet it would be sick to write about a normal day when I don’t even do shit. He said that shit would be boring I said nothing about me is boring, just wait. So this is a regular night for me, please tell me how you spend your time…….
Friday, October 13, 2006
Food for your soul.....
This was sent to me by my girl Yella......
She is one of the sweetest people I know. I call her my little big sister because i am older and taller but she is much more mature...She is worried about my people and she wanted to shoot me some knowledge on what we eat and how we are taking care of ourselves. Check it out.....
Ill be back next week with another tell of ass, game, bitches, and keeping it real for you baby....Breezy
Welcome fellow sojourners to this ‘cool’ reprieve (from work, school, and other boring bull that is sometimes called life), that is youngbreezy.com… my name is Yella, Yellabud. I’ve stopped by today to share some simple truths with you; consider it a little ‘health’ food amongst the juicy morsels of politics, sex, the game, spirituality, and other goodies you often find here. In the course of your life, you will know someone, or perhaps it will be you, that needs some type of emergency care. Whether it’s banging up your knee badly while hoopin, an incident at your home/work, or a car accident, it’s a pretty safe bet that first aid/safety will be an issue. Here are a few things everyone should know.
Everyone should take out the time (it normally takes like a Saturday to do) to get certified in CPR and First Aid. The chances of an incident (heart attack, cardiac arrest, etc.) becoming deadly are drastically decreased if the people around the victim know these techniques. No one is asking you to be an EMT, but you’d be surprised the little things you’ve picked up along the way that are WRONG. Maybe you’ve heard that when someone has a seizure that you should restrain the person, or put something down their throat so that they won’t swallow their tongue. That’s incorrect, folks. Besides making sure that they are in a place where they won’t cause damage to themselves or others (near sharp corners/objects) and have room to move, you shouldn’t really do anything to the person. While a person is seizing, there isn’t anything you can do for them outside of calling for help and getting their meds, should they be around. Here are two other common myths… 1. When you get a burn, put butter, Vaseline, oil, ointments, etc., on it. You’re not slowing down the burning, but rather accelerating it, so PLEASE refrain from doing this! Rather, rinse the area (if it’s a small burn) with cool (not freezing) water for twenty minutes and cover lightly with clean gauze or cloth until the burn can be treated by a health care provider. 2. You should tilt your head back when experiencing a nosebleed. While the blood may stop flowing out of your nose, it’s also stopped flowing to your brain (at least efficiently); this can cause the person to pass out. Instead, lean the head forward, get gauze or a clean cloth and pinch both sides of the bridge of the nose until the bleeding stops. You should call for medical assistance if the bleeding continues for longer than fifteen (15) minutes. There are many other myths I could address, and if times permits again, I will discuss them (when Breezy sees fit).
Moving on to another topic of import; heart conditions. Heart disease is among one of the top three killers of Americans, particularly African Americans. Diet and exercise are the number one prevention tools, followed by medication, but I’d have to say knowledge is paramount, as well. Here are some things you should know about heart attacks, cardiac arrest, and strokes. If you didn’t catch it just from how the previous sentence was phrased, there are some major differences in those three events. Here are some quick definitions… a heart attack is when one or more major vessels of the heart have a blockage, which leads to death of the tissue surrounding the blockage and preceding onward (b/c these areas beyond the blockage aren’t receiving nutrients via the blood). A cardiac arrest is when the heart ceases beating, for any number of reasons. A stroke is defined as when a blockage travels into the vessel network in the brain and, like the heart attack, tissue begins to die. While all can be and are life-threatening events, they have different signs and safety measures that should be followed. With heart attacks, the person will often be sweaty, be nauseous, complain of a crushing sensation in the chest, or pain in the abdomen, down the arm, the neck, or the back, between the shoulders. They also will deny needing anything other than a minute to rest and possibly an antacid (they think they have heartburn). At any point, the person may lose consciousness and if they stop breathing, CPR should be initiated. Have the person sit down and try to relax and call for EMS, immediately. In the case of a cardiac arrest, the person will normally lose consciousness, whether that lasts for a moment or for a long period of time. In this case, after checking for breathing, help should be called for immediately and someone begin CPR. If you know nothing else, performing the chest compressions are the most important. The American Heart Association has changed the breaths to chest compression ratio from 2 (breaths) to 15 (chest compressions) to 2 to 30. This is because it is more important to get blood circulating than the oxygen flow, at least in the beginning. When a person collapses, unless choking, they usually have enough oxygen in the blood to get by, but if the blood isn’t flowing to the brain, vital organs, what good is that? How do you do the compressions? Glad you asked! Place the heel (the bottom of the hand, palm down, near the wrist) on the center of the chest, just around/below the nipple line. Place the other hand on top of the already positioned hand, and lock out your elbows (keep them straight). For adults, press down into the chest about an inch and a half to two inches and thrust quickly. For children, press about an inch. If the child is small/frail, use just one hand. For infants, use two fingers (the ring and middle fingers), rather than your whole hand. Everyone gets the same amount of compressions (30 compressions followed by 2 breaths).
So anyway, start CPR and if an AED (automatic external defibrillator) is available, use that, ASAP. Even if you’ve never used one before, they are pretty simple to operate, just remember to turn that joint on. J The machine has voice prompts and it’ll tell you what to do every step of the way. Lastly, let’s talk about signs a person is having a stroke. There’s a very simple way to determine if a person is experiencing a stroke, versus having a heart attack. There are lots of acronyms you could use, but here’s an easy one… remember the first three letters of the word, stroke.
S- smile
T- talk
R-raise arms
O
K
E
Ask the person in question to smile for you, talk, and raise one or both of their arms. If they are unable to perform these tasks, they are very likely experiencing the beginnings of a stroke. Have the person sit down, remove any tight/constraining clothing and call for help immediately. In cases of stroke, if the person can get medical attention within the hour, almost all of the damage that was caused can be reversed. Additionally, in cases where people have an episode (heart attack, choking, etc.) and CPR is administered, their chances of survival increase into the 90th percentile. The Bible says, and it’s quite true, that our people perish for a lack of knowledge. I would be amiss to know this information and not share it with all that are in my scope to do so. Many may already know this stuff, but if this reaches just one person who didn’t know, I feel like it’s been worth my time. That one person could be the one to save your life or the life of a loved one.
Until next time, be easy, cut down on the grease, and know that your belly isn’t the only thing that needs nourishment. Feed your mind through conversation, education, and all other types of worthwhile exercise. Be blessed.
Yella
She is one of the sweetest people I know. I call her my little big sister because i am older and taller but she is much more mature...She is worried about my people and she wanted to shoot me some knowledge on what we eat and how we are taking care of ourselves. Check it out.....
Ill be back next week with another tell of ass, game, bitches, and keeping it real for you baby....Breezy
Welcome fellow sojourners to this ‘cool’ reprieve (from work, school, and other boring bull that is sometimes called life), that is youngbreezy.com… my name is Yella, Yellabud. I’ve stopped by today to share some simple truths with you; consider it a little ‘health’ food amongst the juicy morsels of politics, sex, the game, spirituality, and other goodies you often find here. In the course of your life, you will know someone, or perhaps it will be you, that needs some type of emergency care. Whether it’s banging up your knee badly while hoopin, an incident at your home/work, or a car accident, it’s a pretty safe bet that first aid/safety will be an issue. Here are a few things everyone should know.
Everyone should take out the time (it normally takes like a Saturday to do) to get certified in CPR and First Aid. The chances of an incident (heart attack, cardiac arrest, etc.) becoming deadly are drastically decreased if the people around the victim know these techniques. No one is asking you to be an EMT, but you’d be surprised the little things you’ve picked up along the way that are WRONG. Maybe you’ve heard that when someone has a seizure that you should restrain the person, or put something down their throat so that they won’t swallow their tongue. That’s incorrect, folks. Besides making sure that they are in a place where they won’t cause damage to themselves or others (near sharp corners/objects) and have room to move, you shouldn’t really do anything to the person. While a person is seizing, there isn’t anything you can do for them outside of calling for help and getting their meds, should they be around. Here are two other common myths… 1. When you get a burn, put butter, Vaseline, oil, ointments, etc., on it. You’re not slowing down the burning, but rather accelerating it, so PLEASE refrain from doing this! Rather, rinse the area (if it’s a small burn) with cool (not freezing) water for twenty minutes and cover lightly with clean gauze or cloth until the burn can be treated by a health care provider. 2. You should tilt your head back when experiencing a nosebleed. While the blood may stop flowing out of your nose, it’s also stopped flowing to your brain (at least efficiently); this can cause the person to pass out. Instead, lean the head forward, get gauze or a clean cloth and pinch both sides of the bridge of the nose until the bleeding stops. You should call for medical assistance if the bleeding continues for longer than fifteen (15) minutes. There are many other myths I could address, and if times permits again, I will discuss them (when Breezy sees fit).
Moving on to another topic of import; heart conditions. Heart disease is among one of the top three killers of Americans, particularly African Americans. Diet and exercise are the number one prevention tools, followed by medication, but I’d have to say knowledge is paramount, as well. Here are some things you should know about heart attacks, cardiac arrest, and strokes. If you didn’t catch it just from how the previous sentence was phrased, there are some major differences in those three events. Here are some quick definitions… a heart attack is when one or more major vessels of the heart have a blockage, which leads to death of the tissue surrounding the blockage and preceding onward (b/c these areas beyond the blockage aren’t receiving nutrients via the blood). A cardiac arrest is when the heart ceases beating, for any number of reasons. A stroke is defined as when a blockage travels into the vessel network in the brain and, like the heart attack, tissue begins to die. While all can be and are life-threatening events, they have different signs and safety measures that should be followed. With heart attacks, the person will often be sweaty, be nauseous, complain of a crushing sensation in the chest, or pain in the abdomen, down the arm, the neck, or the back, between the shoulders. They also will deny needing anything other than a minute to rest and possibly an antacid (they think they have heartburn). At any point, the person may lose consciousness and if they stop breathing, CPR should be initiated. Have the person sit down and try to relax and call for EMS, immediately. In the case of a cardiac arrest, the person will normally lose consciousness, whether that lasts for a moment or for a long period of time. In this case, after checking for breathing, help should be called for immediately and someone begin CPR. If you know nothing else, performing the chest compressions are the most important. The American Heart Association has changed the breaths to chest compression ratio from 2 (breaths) to 15 (chest compressions) to 2 to 30. This is because it is more important to get blood circulating than the oxygen flow, at least in the beginning. When a person collapses, unless choking, they usually have enough oxygen in the blood to get by, but if the blood isn’t flowing to the brain, vital organs, what good is that? How do you do the compressions? Glad you asked! Place the heel (the bottom of the hand, palm down, near the wrist) on the center of the chest, just around/below the nipple line. Place the other hand on top of the already positioned hand, and lock out your elbows (keep them straight). For adults, press down into the chest about an inch and a half to two inches and thrust quickly. For children, press about an inch. If the child is small/frail, use just one hand. For infants, use two fingers (the ring and middle fingers), rather than your whole hand. Everyone gets the same amount of compressions (30 compressions followed by 2 breaths).
So anyway, start CPR and if an AED (automatic external defibrillator) is available, use that, ASAP. Even if you’ve never used one before, they are pretty simple to operate, just remember to turn that joint on. J The machine has voice prompts and it’ll tell you what to do every step of the way. Lastly, let’s talk about signs a person is having a stroke. There’s a very simple way to determine if a person is experiencing a stroke, versus having a heart attack. There are lots of acronyms you could use, but here’s an easy one… remember the first three letters of the word, stroke.
S- smile
T- talk
R-raise arms
O
K
E
Ask the person in question to smile for you, talk, and raise one or both of their arms. If they are unable to perform these tasks, they are very likely experiencing the beginnings of a stroke. Have the person sit down, remove any tight/constraining clothing and call for help immediately. In cases of stroke, if the person can get medical attention within the hour, almost all of the damage that was caused can be reversed. Additionally, in cases where people have an episode (heart attack, choking, etc.) and CPR is administered, their chances of survival increase into the 90th percentile. The Bible says, and it’s quite true, that our people perish for a lack of knowledge. I would be amiss to know this information and not share it with all that are in my scope to do so. Many may already know this stuff, but if this reaches just one person who didn’t know, I feel like it’s been worth my time. That one person could be the one to save your life or the life of a loved one.
Until next time, be easy, cut down on the grease, and know that your belly isn’t the only thing that needs nourishment. Feed your mind through conversation, education, and all other types of worthwhile exercise. Be blessed.
Yella
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The Next Edition: By Black Soprano
You have to understand something about this life. There are people out here that will kill you……I really want you to understand that. There are people that will murder you in your sleep and fuck your wife in the bloody bed in which you lay. There are people that have made a commitment to never live one day of their life with less than $10,000 at arms reach. These are people that make jokes out of terrible things including what they did to the body. They only take seconds off never a day, that is too much time not to be on your grind. They have horrible sleeping habbits. They always go to church but they dont listen when they get there. They have groups of friends that hardly see each other but they are as close as brothers. And if they ask someone in another group to take care of something for them it will happen. There are people in this world that live better than you and they always will. You cannot fuck with everybody. Because there are people that will kill you right where you stand and from there go home and play with their children. All that matters is money nothing else. If it is not more money for the family then fuck it and everything about it. If it does not put more money in garbage bags under the fake panel in the floor…. fuck it. You see America is the greatest country in the world if you can afford it. Why did I say all this shit? To save the life of someone who has no idea. Don’t let your pride be the last thing you are remembered by. Then again it's your life if you want to go hard then do so. But oneday you will run accross what many call the wrong muthafucka at the wrong muthafucking time. Trust me if you keep looking for em you will meet them one day. I got a email from Black Soprano he wishes to give you a little more game. I hope you enjoy if not fuck it......... I did.
The next edition . . . . . ."It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you - without a strongrhyme to step to......" - Rakim
What's up niggas and niggettes. Pull up a chair and peep some damngame. It's your boy, Soprano - as Breezy calls me or Raynathan Skuggsas L.A. calls me or even Kevlar Moneyclips, which is one of mypersonal favorites - or as always Big Sexy The Giant Killer.Let's begin where the fuck we left off. Let me address some commentsto my last commentary.First up, some nigga/niggette typed this:
I have seen all of you no good bastards around Jackson. Fuck all you niggas Posted by Anonymous 3:49 PM
My haters are my motivators. Yes, we are no good. Yes, we are bastards. Yes, we are around Jackson. But fuck all of us? Come on. Don't be like that. Why be a brick around all this water of game and be happy sinking you ragged ass to the bottom of the ocean of pimp shit? Be a fucking sponge on this shit. Make like a mop and soak this shit up, Damn.
Secondly, this lame shit:
Breezy if that what you choose to be known as you really need to find better role models. Posted by Anonymous 3:50 PM
I detest this type of shit. A motherfucker wants to criticize the play called, but offers no fucking suggestion of an alternative in the huddle. Better role models? If we are what Breezy wants to be, and we are...., what fucking better role models can he have? You? Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Name me a better role model for a young pimp likeBreezy, than and old pimp like his Uncle L and various other Knights of Niggadom. Role model these nutts.
Up third, these props: It is cool that all of you guys are street dudes but you are really working to make something positive of yourselves. Young Breezy I think your a real talented cat and I hope you go far that was som pimp shit giving props to your Uncle L for that game he gave you Posted by Anonymous 3:53 PM
Bravo, nigga. Bravo. Damn. Look at this shit and learn younglings. Ain't nothing wrong with giving props - especially when props is due.The Bible tells you to render unto Caesar what is Caesar's. Shit.
Last and most certainly least, this nigga:There is no fucking way yall do half of the shit you be talking about somebody would have killed you by now there is no way. Posted by Anonymous 3:53 PM
Somebody pass me a #2 pencil, cause this nigga is trying to test me!Are you an ass? Do you know who the fuck I am? Do you know who the fuck we are? What would really blow your damn mind is the shit we cannot write about. Nigga like you celebrate kicking it in for a weekend in Houston - nigga we kick it for a week in the foreign countries. You thinking we don't do have the shit we talk about, nigga we don't talk about have the shit we do! Nigga, you don't have to post a comment, just because commenting is anoption. Matter fact, nigga, you don't have to read this shit or even visit the fucking world wide web - let alone Breezy's shit. But you come here seeking to have your cup runneth over. Nigga, turn from your player hating ways, humble yourself and soak this shit up. Now with that done, let's move on to today's Funkin Lesson
(you niggas ain't ol'skool - that's some X-Klan shit - google 'em nigga - I ain't got time to teach you ere'thang and typing is a bitch). Today's Lesson:Don't Go Looking For What You Don't Want To Find or Don't AskQuestions if You Can't Handle The Damn Answer. I was motivated on this topic by Breezy's cheating commentary. Be ye male or female, peep game.",
It ain't necessary to try and find out, let alone find out, if your bitch or nigga is cheating. What you need to do is try and find out if your bitch or nigga is making you happy....(Note from Breezy"they will not be able to handle this but the Black Babe Ruth is giving it to them).....If you happy - content, pleased, satisfied, etc - what the fuck does it matter. If you not happy - disgruntled, left hanging, hungry, etc - move the fuck on and find a motherfucker that gets you off in the areas you need to get off in. Everybody is a pimp and everybody is a hoe (niggas like us are just pimps more times than not - but crawl before you walk - don't try to be like us just yet).
Even if a motherfucker thinking they pimping you - if you getting what you want and need - so what - act like ahappy hoe.
Bitch: I don't want a man that's gone cheat on me. He gotta be with me and only me.You are a stupid bitch. Worse, you are a stupid lonely bitch. Such a man does not exist. You can make him happy as a hog in slop and he still gone roll around in some other mud.
Nigga: Shiiiiiit, my bitch would never cheat on me. I got her ass sprung. She love a nigga dirty draws! You's a dumb nigga. A bitch can play you like you can never play her. Pussy is much easier to give away than dick is. Don't sleep. You setting yourself up for one of them homicide/suicide crimescenes. A bitch will give that pussy up just like you will give that dick up. Just know, it does not matter. As Breezy says, wrap that dick up or bitches, make that nigga wrap that dick up and be happy. As long as your getting your fill, why worry about some cheat shit. Everything is everything, what will be will be. Damn, even LaurynHill tried to tell you niggas that shit - and that bitch is crazy!
Until next time . . . . . . .
I cant wait to see what them haters gonna say this time
The next edition . . . . . ."It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you - without a strongrhyme to step to......" - Rakim
What's up niggas and niggettes. Pull up a chair and peep some damngame. It's your boy, Soprano - as Breezy calls me or Raynathan Skuggsas L.A. calls me or even Kevlar Moneyclips, which is one of mypersonal favorites - or as always Big Sexy The Giant Killer.Let's begin where the fuck we left off. Let me address some commentsto my last commentary.First up, some nigga/niggette typed this:
I have seen all of you no good bastards around Jackson. Fuck all you niggas Posted by Anonymous 3:49 PM
My haters are my motivators. Yes, we are no good. Yes, we are bastards. Yes, we are around Jackson. But fuck all of us? Come on. Don't be like that. Why be a brick around all this water of game and be happy sinking you ragged ass to the bottom of the ocean of pimp shit? Be a fucking sponge on this shit. Make like a mop and soak this shit up, Damn.
Secondly, this lame shit:
Breezy if that what you choose to be known as you really need to find better role models. Posted by Anonymous 3:50 PM
I detest this type of shit. A motherfucker wants to criticize the play called, but offers no fucking suggestion of an alternative in the huddle. Better role models? If we are what Breezy wants to be, and we are...., what fucking better role models can he have? You? Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Name me a better role model for a young pimp likeBreezy, than and old pimp like his Uncle L and various other Knights of Niggadom. Role model these nutts.
Up third, these props: It is cool that all of you guys are street dudes but you are really working to make something positive of yourselves. Young Breezy I think your a real talented cat and I hope you go far that was som pimp shit giving props to your Uncle L for that game he gave you Posted by Anonymous 3:53 PM
Bravo, nigga. Bravo. Damn. Look at this shit and learn younglings. Ain't nothing wrong with giving props - especially when props is due.The Bible tells you to render unto Caesar what is Caesar's. Shit.
Last and most certainly least, this nigga:There is no fucking way yall do half of the shit you be talking about somebody would have killed you by now there is no way. Posted by Anonymous 3:53 PM
Somebody pass me a #2 pencil, cause this nigga is trying to test me!Are you an ass? Do you know who the fuck I am? Do you know who the fuck we are? What would really blow your damn mind is the shit we cannot write about. Nigga like you celebrate kicking it in for a weekend in Houston - nigga we kick it for a week in the foreign countries. You thinking we don't do have the shit we talk about, nigga we don't talk about have the shit we do! Nigga, you don't have to post a comment, just because commenting is anoption. Matter fact, nigga, you don't have to read this shit or even visit the fucking world wide web - let alone Breezy's shit. But you come here seeking to have your cup runneth over. Nigga, turn from your player hating ways, humble yourself and soak this shit up. Now with that done, let's move on to today's Funkin Lesson
(you niggas ain't ol'skool - that's some X-Klan shit - google 'em nigga - I ain't got time to teach you ere'thang and typing is a bitch). Today's Lesson:Don't Go Looking For What You Don't Want To Find or Don't AskQuestions if You Can't Handle The Damn Answer. I was motivated on this topic by Breezy's cheating commentary. Be ye male or female, peep game.",
It ain't necessary to try and find out, let alone find out, if your bitch or nigga is cheating. What you need to do is try and find out if your bitch or nigga is making you happy....(Note from Breezy"they will not be able to handle this but the Black Babe Ruth is giving it to them).....If you happy - content, pleased, satisfied, etc - what the fuck does it matter. If you not happy - disgruntled, left hanging, hungry, etc - move the fuck on and find a motherfucker that gets you off in the areas you need to get off in. Everybody is a pimp and everybody is a hoe (niggas like us are just pimps more times than not - but crawl before you walk - don't try to be like us just yet).
Even if a motherfucker thinking they pimping you - if you getting what you want and need - so what - act like ahappy hoe.
Bitch: I don't want a man that's gone cheat on me. He gotta be with me and only me.You are a stupid bitch. Worse, you are a stupid lonely bitch. Such a man does not exist. You can make him happy as a hog in slop and he still gone roll around in some other mud.
Nigga: Shiiiiiit, my bitch would never cheat on me. I got her ass sprung. She love a nigga dirty draws! You's a dumb nigga. A bitch can play you like you can never play her. Pussy is much easier to give away than dick is. Don't sleep. You setting yourself up for one of them homicide/suicide crimescenes. A bitch will give that pussy up just like you will give that dick up. Just know, it does not matter. As Breezy says, wrap that dick up or bitches, make that nigga wrap that dick up and be happy. As long as your getting your fill, why worry about some cheat shit. Everything is everything, what will be will be. Damn, even LaurynHill tried to tell you niggas that shit - and that bitch is crazy!
Until next time . . . . . . .
I cant wait to see what them haters gonna say this time
Friday, October 06, 2006
Holy Smoke
I am really the most blessed person on this planet. Because I am surrounded with people that I feel are honestly steering me in the right direction.
I have several friends all of them inspire me to do great things. Margina & Derrick, Jennifer, JEFF, NikkiJ, TonyJ, LA, Tim A, Lefty, Skipp Coon and most important........ my son BJ. These are the people that I know I can depend on. But I will discuss all of them just a couple cats here in Dallas.
MarcWill is a dude that is on a mission to be considered one of the greatest artist that ever lived. I went by Marc's crib the other day because he and I were working on the outline for my book. I dont go to his crib often but I'm over there a few times every coupe of months. It never fails if I go by..... he is working on something ELSE...He is on a relentless persuit to not only contribute to the world or art but to make it easier for those who are seeking information to find it. He understands that we as a community have to work constantly to make our work take care of us and everyone that enjoys it.
My DOG Jay Clipp- Honestly LOVES soul feeding, inspirational, music and art with every fiber of his being. I get inspired by people like Clipp because he loves what he does and he loves the fact that he is dope as hell at it. He is also a deep dude that loves his family and LOVES sistas more than Sally haircare products. To sum up what I get from Clipp he helps you see that the world is round. What you put out will eventually come back too you. You look straight ahead sir, You look straight ahead.... LOL.....He kicked the crap outta me in Madden last weekend and he kept saying that to me..You Look Straight ahead sir You look straight ahead. Then he said I should write a blog about how when we are kids playing stuff like Tech-Mo Bowl, a cat that really didn't play the game could kinda just keep calling the same plays or trying dumb stuff to see if it will work. Simply put hose days are over.... if you think you can try that on 07 Madden you will get your face kicked in the ground. If you really think it's a game....... go over to Clipp's house and get your football squad embarrassed.
Any way I got a buddy another buddy named DayWalker. He is a cat that I am cool with really stable dude married, established at his place of work, use to be thug a$$ dude(typical cat i am cool with). But I asked him to give me a little something to put up on my site like once a week dealing with the word (he is also a youth pastor) I know, I know,..... your saying BREEZY hangs out with Youth Ministers....Yes, Yes I do. I like people that are real about life and I admire people that can see things in their life that they don't like and make a change. Some people make this change by throwing themselves into sports or music OR WRITING. He made his change by throwing himself into the word of the Lord. I write this blog for several reasons, but one of the main reasons is I want to do is inspire you to do something great. I introduce you to DayWalker --------
If you've never heard the word “autarkes”, don't worry... I hadn't heard it before I looked it up today. I didn't look it up out of some deep spiritual movement. I was just talkin with a friend who had a question. Not really a problem, just a question that he wanted a “possible” answer to. The thing about it is, I kinda felt like at certain moments that I was reaching for answers. Not because I couldn't identify with his situation, but because I really don't know how I got to the point I'm at. My life story aside, my friend is doin good. I haven't known this cat a long time, but what I do know about him, I like. Drive, seriousness, humor... mad humor.... an understanding of family and responsibility and a need to be successful and creative. What's not to like? At this point I have to say that some people may not feel what I'm about to say, but most people with think about it and decide later whether or not it's true...
Happiness and Joy ain't the same pill. One is blue and one is red. Only the red pill gets you to reality. That word “autarkes” is a greek word and it means contentment or Self-content. It's a hot word for right now, because, people are chasing it in it's purest form: Peace and Joy. You see, Happiness is situational. When I was drinkin' I was happy. When I was high I was happy... but, when I came down I had no Joy. Joy is a matter of being content. Having Peace is a matter of find that Joy.
We spend so much time chasing the “stuff” that makes us happy, that we forget to get some Joy in life. I am by no means a minimalizing-deprevationist. I drive a new truck, my wife drives a new car and we are the first people to live in our house. We don't ball, but we live good and we have Joy in our living. That does not come from stuff, it comes from truth... truth that says “if I ain't got this stuff, I still know how to have joy”... don't get it twisted, if I lose my job, cars, and house, I will not be happy (I'm not stupid). But, I will still have my joy. If my wife leaves me, I'll still have my Joy. I have Peace and with Peace comes Joy... Joy in truth... truth from the fact that it's all going to be just fine. One way or another, it's all going to be fine and there is no reason for me to run up in a school and kill 5 little girls that ain't done crap to nobody.
“Autarkes” shows up a few places in the Bible, but the best is in Phillipians chapter 4... it's in verse 11, but the verses before that are hot as well. Some people think Phillipians chapter 4 is a high minded treatise on what Christians should or should not expose themselves to, but really it's about how we should treat each other and love each other. Paul starts with a request that two people who are arguing, stop arguing. Then he goes on to explain in verse 8 how follower of The Way should think about each other. With a good understanding of that, we find verse 11.
King James: Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
Modern Language Bible: Not that I mention this because of need, for I have learned to make ends meet in whatever situation I am.
Find some peace and stop looking for stuff you want or need to make you happy.
Peace and blessing, my boy ------Breezy!!!
DayWalker said that he is going to send me something once a week. So to all my sinners if you don't go to church you can always stop by www.YoungBreezy.com and get you some Holy Smoke.....Freedom
I have several friends all of them inspire me to do great things. Margina & Derrick, Jennifer, JEFF, NikkiJ, TonyJ, LA, Tim A, Lefty, Skipp Coon and most important........ my son BJ. These are the people that I know I can depend on. But I will discuss all of them just a couple cats here in Dallas.
MarcWill is a dude that is on a mission to be considered one of the greatest artist that ever lived. I went by Marc's crib the other day because he and I were working on the outline for my book. I dont go to his crib often but I'm over there a few times every coupe of months. It never fails if I go by..... he is working on something ELSE...He is on a relentless persuit to not only contribute to the world or art but to make it easier for those who are seeking information to find it. He understands that we as a community have to work constantly to make our work take care of us and everyone that enjoys it.
My DOG Jay Clipp- Honestly LOVES soul feeding, inspirational, music and art with every fiber of his being. I get inspired by people like Clipp because he loves what he does and he loves the fact that he is dope as hell at it. He is also a deep dude that loves his family and LOVES sistas more than Sally haircare products. To sum up what I get from Clipp he helps you see that the world is round. What you put out will eventually come back too you. You look straight ahead sir, You look straight ahead.... LOL.....He kicked the crap outta me in Madden last weekend and he kept saying that to me..You Look Straight ahead sir You look straight ahead. Then he said I should write a blog about how when we are kids playing stuff like Tech-Mo Bowl, a cat that really didn't play the game could kinda just keep calling the same plays or trying dumb stuff to see if it will work. Simply put hose days are over.... if you think you can try that on 07 Madden you will get your face kicked in the ground. If you really think it's a game....... go over to Clipp's house and get your football squad embarrassed.
Any way I got a buddy another buddy named DayWalker. He is a cat that I am cool with really stable dude married, established at his place of work, use to be thug a$$ dude(typical cat i am cool with). But I asked him to give me a little something to put up on my site like once a week dealing with the word (he is also a youth pastor) I know, I know,..... your saying BREEZY hangs out with Youth Ministers....Yes, Yes I do. I like people that are real about life and I admire people that can see things in their life that they don't like and make a change. Some people make this change by throwing themselves into sports or music OR WRITING. He made his change by throwing himself into the word of the Lord. I write this blog for several reasons, but one of the main reasons is I want to do is inspire you to do something great. I introduce you to DayWalker --------
If you've never heard the word “autarkes”, don't worry... I hadn't heard it before I looked it up today. I didn't look it up out of some deep spiritual movement. I was just talkin with a friend who had a question. Not really a problem, just a question that he wanted a “possible” answer to. The thing about it is, I kinda felt like at certain moments that I was reaching for answers. Not because I couldn't identify with his situation, but because I really don't know how I got to the point I'm at. My life story aside, my friend is doin good. I haven't known this cat a long time, but what I do know about him, I like. Drive, seriousness, humor... mad humor.... an understanding of family and responsibility and a need to be successful and creative. What's not to like? At this point I have to say that some people may not feel what I'm about to say, but most people with think about it and decide later whether or not it's true...
Happiness and Joy ain't the same pill. One is blue and one is red. Only the red pill gets you to reality. That word “autarkes” is a greek word and it means contentment or Self-content. It's a hot word for right now, because, people are chasing it in it's purest form: Peace and Joy. You see, Happiness is situational. When I was drinkin' I was happy. When I was high I was happy... but, when I came down I had no Joy. Joy is a matter of being content. Having Peace is a matter of find that Joy.
We spend so much time chasing the “stuff” that makes us happy, that we forget to get some Joy in life. I am by no means a minimalizing-deprevationist. I drive a new truck, my wife drives a new car and we are the first people to live in our house. We don't ball, but we live good and we have Joy in our living. That does not come from stuff, it comes from truth... truth that says “if I ain't got this stuff, I still know how to have joy”... don't get it twisted, if I lose my job, cars, and house, I will not be happy (I'm not stupid). But, I will still have my joy. If my wife leaves me, I'll still have my Joy. I have Peace and with Peace comes Joy... Joy in truth... truth from the fact that it's all going to be just fine. One way or another, it's all going to be fine and there is no reason for me to run up in a school and kill 5 little girls that ain't done crap to nobody.
“Autarkes” shows up a few places in the Bible, but the best is in Phillipians chapter 4... it's in verse 11, but the verses before that are hot as well. Some people think Phillipians chapter 4 is a high minded treatise on what Christians should or should not expose themselves to, but really it's about how we should treat each other and love each other. Paul starts with a request that two people who are arguing, stop arguing. Then he goes on to explain in verse 8 how follower of The Way should think about each other. With a good understanding of that, we find verse 11.
King James: Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
Modern Language Bible: Not that I mention this because of need, for I have learned to make ends meet in whatever situation I am.
Find some peace and stop looking for stuff you want or need to make you happy.
Peace and blessing, my boy ------Breezy!!!
DayWalker said that he is going to send me something once a week. So to all my sinners if you don't go to church you can always stop by www.YoungBreezy.com and get you some Holy Smoke.....Freedom
Thursday, September 21, 2006
For my mom...I love your mean ass
Sunday, I talked to my mother; we speak from time to time but Sunday it really felt like we talked to each other. Growing up my mother and I had a very strained relationship. I am sure it was because of the relationship she had with my father. They met at my father’s night club one night after a funeral. But before we start there we need to start at the beginning. My mom was born in a small town and she fell in the middle of 12 children. She was not the oldest and not the youngest just somewhere in the middle. My grandfather had only a third grade education, not sure how far my grandmother went in school. Because of this education was a priority it was not the main one. You see my mom not only fell in the middle, she was very much the ordinary one. She was not the super pretty one or the super smart one just the one who cleaned up behind everybody and did the cooking and made my grandfather coffee. My grandfather (R.I.P.) drank a lot of coffee, and she also made it for everyone who came to visit my grandfather because of this my mother hates coffee, I don’t think I have ever seen her take a drink.
When my mother was 16 she dropped out of high school because she became pregnant. I am writing that like she became ill or something I guess it’s better to say that she got pregnant. It’s funny because even today if you ask my mom how old she is she says 16. I think she does that because that is the age that she lost her childhood and the optimism that being a child gives you. She eventually went back to get her GED, but I am sad that she never got a chance to go to college. I don’t really think a person comes into their own until they are totally separated from all those who control their life and start making decisions for them selves. My mom is a hard woman but I have seen her deep in thought and I know she wonders what if more than anything else.
It appears from the beginning that my mother and I have the relationship that Eminem and his mother share. Although we seldom see things eye to eye, I respect and love my mother very much. She was married shortly after she became pregnant with my brother Nathan. One year later she had another son, Chris. I am not sure how long she was married to their father but I do know that my mother was beaten often. Her husband (RIP) had somewhat of a drinking problem and he would come home and take the days frustrations out on my mom. I think this is why my mother told me that if I ever put my hands on a woman and that woman is not trying end my life, she will shoot me herself where ever she finds me. She felt that no man has any business beating a woman especially one that they are married too. She understood that there are women that want or ask for that type of treatment because they feel that deserve punishment. A woman that works for a pimp got what ever that life brings. But if a man marries a woman, he makes a promise to God to protect them and never raise his hands to them. I have had my issues, and I have inflicted mental abuse on women. The only time I really hit a woman happened after she hit me in the head with a phone so….. c'est la vie. One night her husband came home and slapped my mother across the bed. She told me that she almost put her eye out on a high heel that was next to where she fell. She picked up that heel and took out all her aggression on her soon to be ex husbands head. I think she said that was the last night they stayed together.
Again I don’t know how long that marriage lasted but one night when she was 25 she met a man who owned a local nightclub. And they ended up making yours truly. I never thought about it but I guess that is where I get the love of Juke Joints. I love the people that are there, the atmosphere. I love the strong drinks and the chicken boxes getting made in the back. I also love that sound when the Dee Jay talks over a record and it completely mutes the entire song. Not like today where the music and the man are mixed together. It takes a real old school cat to know the right time to interrupt a song and not loose the vibe of the night. Anyway, to sum things up I am the product of a country girl with emotional scars and a slick ass yellow bastard that owned a night club.
My father’s family was pretty well off; his mother was a very, very light skinned woman that was very beautiful, and not dumb at all. My father went to Catholic school. He left high school early and joined the Air Force where he served 20 years. It’s funny as a child I remember that was the one piece of information that I always held on too, you know where is your daddy “he is in the air force” but by then he had been retired I guess it sounded better than “I don’t know” I tried that one for father and son’s day it wasn’t cool at all. My father would come around every couple of years. I remember I was in like third grade and I pulled out my manhood on the back of the bus on a dare. The bus driver called my mom and she called my old man. He came over yelling and shit but I know he wasn’t going to do anything. I knew then he didn’t care even at that age. I think he ended up spending the night. I remember walking out of my bedroom really late, I saw him in the bed with my mom they were naked. I remember seeing it and not caring. I walked to the bathroom and when I walked out the door was closed. I also knew that he wasn’t going to be there when I woke up the next morning. I guess I had an understanding that my mother never had……he didn’t want us and he didn’t want to be there. Another memory springs to mind as I read this when I was in the ninth grade my mother was not working and she was going to try to get child support from my dad. That was something that she never did before. He started telling people around town that I wasn’t his child. I think that is the only time I’ll talk about him hurting my feelings.
I taught myself to ride a bike and how to shoot a basketball. I learned how to throw a football by watching some other father on TV teach his kid. I learned how to fight by being beat up until I knew what I was doing. My boy Rob taught me how to drive a stick shift by letting me destroy the clutch in his explorer. TonyJ taught me how to cook using hamburger helper and really just building from there. LA taught me how to pick a suit knowing the difference between jacket sleeves being fused and stitched into position. I learned how to be a man by just being what I wanted my old man to be. I don’t hold a grudge against him but I think I would have avoided a lot of road blocks in life if he would have spent some time with me. But then again I am glad that I may look like him I have none of his characteristics.
I guess I always liked to write, I would write little poems for my mom when she returned home from what ever sorry little job she had. All I remember that she was so tired her hands always looked like they had done too much work. I would write about how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She worked at several plants and at a few fast food places. Sometimes you can look and see when someone has given up, you can see it in their eyes as they ask themselves is this all there is going to be to my life. When she had the money she paid her bills on-time. When she hit a lick and like tax refund check she always made it a point to get little stuff for me. I didn’t rock Nikes until I was old enough to pay for them on my own. But I don’t want you to think I had this horrible ass child hood I really had a fantastic one. My grandfather was a very hard working man and he provided for his family. My Uncles Ricky, David, Thomas even LJ and Sonny who lived in Chicago are all very cool and they were much better fathers than most people had. Rickey had me rolling joints as far back as I could remember. He told me that I could not smoke em but I needed to know how to do that. He said every man has a duty to know each side of life. He meant the straight and narrow and the crooked, because if you wanted to succeed in life you have to be able to navigate both. He also taught me one phrase that has carried me through life “no matter how hard life gets nephew always keep the faith” His way of explaining the good and the bad. He use to say the things you cry about somebody is praying for. My childhood was amazing it really was, everyone in my home town new me then and they know me now. I was one of those kids that could eat in any area of town hustlers, dope boys, and because of my mom getting more involved in politics elected officials knew Stella’s boy.
All things considered I guess I was somewhat of a nerd. I watched a lot of cartoons and I liked to read. I would really dig the PBS channel (I guess not having cable as a child really does do something for you) I loved watching and learning about people that grew from humble beginnings, they would always inspire me. Think about the advantages that they didn’t have but still worked their way into forever. To be mentioned forever, that is amazing. I am sure that John F Kennedy was a great man but think if someone like Malcolm X would have been born with the same advantages. Both of them are great men that met the same fate. I wonder would Kennedy have reached the height that he reached if he would have had to endure what Malcolm did. Or would Malcolm have been as committed to his people if he didn’t face their struggles first hand. Is greatness something someone is born with or is it like most things taught to us as we grow?
A lot of personal family information I am leaving out. Family business should stay that way. There are issues that my family has that will hopefully be eradicated by the time my cousin Stephen is my age. But again Sunday my mother and I talked on the phone. We talked about Medicare Part D and its good and bad qualities. We discussed the fact that she is up for re-election for the county school board. She talked about the differences in local and state government. How it seems that after our community embraces a candidate and puts him in a position to make change how they all become nothing more than self serving leeches. She also talked about a cruise that she wanted to take in January. (Guess who has to kick in on that one so if you know any travel agents please tell them to email me so I can save some cheese) Im very proud of my mother she has worked very hard her entire life and never looked for any man to save her. She raised three sons, all three graduated high school and two of them graduated college. Two of her sons have children and they are very much a part of their lives. Yes your mom may be a dr or a lawyer or what ever the fuck, but could they do what my mom did by herself. My mother is a sorceress that has the ability to make something out of nothing, can your mother do that. My mother is a woman that taught me that some females are women and others are just hoes, treat them accordingly. I love you mamma from your best looking son.......Breezy
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When my mother was 16 she dropped out of high school because she became pregnant. I am writing that like she became ill or something I guess it’s better to say that she got pregnant. It’s funny because even today if you ask my mom how old she is she says 16. I think she does that because that is the age that she lost her childhood and the optimism that being a child gives you. She eventually went back to get her GED, but I am sad that she never got a chance to go to college. I don’t really think a person comes into their own until they are totally separated from all those who control their life and start making decisions for them selves. My mom is a hard woman but I have seen her deep in thought and I know she wonders what if more than anything else.
It appears from the beginning that my mother and I have the relationship that Eminem and his mother share. Although we seldom see things eye to eye, I respect and love my mother very much. She was married shortly after she became pregnant with my brother Nathan. One year later she had another son, Chris. I am not sure how long she was married to their father but I do know that my mother was beaten often. Her husband (RIP) had somewhat of a drinking problem and he would come home and take the days frustrations out on my mom. I think this is why my mother told me that if I ever put my hands on a woman and that woman is not trying end my life, she will shoot me herself where ever she finds me. She felt that no man has any business beating a woman especially one that they are married too. She understood that there are women that want or ask for that type of treatment because they feel that deserve punishment. A woman that works for a pimp got what ever that life brings. But if a man marries a woman, he makes a promise to God to protect them and never raise his hands to them. I have had my issues, and I have inflicted mental abuse on women. The only time I really hit a woman happened after she hit me in the head with a phone so….. c'est la vie. One night her husband came home and slapped my mother across the bed. She told me that she almost put her eye out on a high heel that was next to where she fell. She picked up that heel and took out all her aggression on her soon to be ex husbands head. I think she said that was the last night they stayed together.
Again I don’t know how long that marriage lasted but one night when she was 25 she met a man who owned a local nightclub. And they ended up making yours truly. I never thought about it but I guess that is where I get the love of Juke Joints. I love the people that are there, the atmosphere. I love the strong drinks and the chicken boxes getting made in the back. I also love that sound when the Dee Jay talks over a record and it completely mutes the entire song. Not like today where the music and the man are mixed together. It takes a real old school cat to know the right time to interrupt a song and not loose the vibe of the night. Anyway, to sum things up I am the product of a country girl with emotional scars and a slick ass yellow bastard that owned a night club.
My father’s family was pretty well off; his mother was a very, very light skinned woman that was very beautiful, and not dumb at all. My father went to Catholic school. He left high school early and joined the Air Force where he served 20 years. It’s funny as a child I remember that was the one piece of information that I always held on too, you know where is your daddy “he is in the air force” but by then he had been retired I guess it sounded better than “I don’t know” I tried that one for father and son’s day it wasn’t cool at all. My father would come around every couple of years. I remember I was in like third grade and I pulled out my manhood on the back of the bus on a dare. The bus driver called my mom and she called my old man. He came over yelling and shit but I know he wasn’t going to do anything. I knew then he didn’t care even at that age. I think he ended up spending the night. I remember walking out of my bedroom really late, I saw him in the bed with my mom they were naked. I remember seeing it and not caring. I walked to the bathroom and when I walked out the door was closed. I also knew that he wasn’t going to be there when I woke up the next morning. I guess I had an understanding that my mother never had……he didn’t want us and he didn’t want to be there. Another memory springs to mind as I read this when I was in the ninth grade my mother was not working and she was going to try to get child support from my dad. That was something that she never did before. He started telling people around town that I wasn’t his child. I think that is the only time I’ll talk about him hurting my feelings.
I taught myself to ride a bike and how to shoot a basketball. I learned how to throw a football by watching some other father on TV teach his kid. I learned how to fight by being beat up until I knew what I was doing. My boy Rob taught me how to drive a stick shift by letting me destroy the clutch in his explorer. TonyJ taught me how to cook using hamburger helper and really just building from there. LA taught me how to pick a suit knowing the difference between jacket sleeves being fused and stitched into position. I learned how to be a man by just being what I wanted my old man to be. I don’t hold a grudge against him but I think I would have avoided a lot of road blocks in life if he would have spent some time with me. But then again I am glad that I may look like him I have none of his characteristics.
I guess I always liked to write, I would write little poems for my mom when she returned home from what ever sorry little job she had. All I remember that she was so tired her hands always looked like they had done too much work. I would write about how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She worked at several plants and at a few fast food places. Sometimes you can look and see when someone has given up, you can see it in their eyes as they ask themselves is this all there is going to be to my life. When she had the money she paid her bills on-time. When she hit a lick and like tax refund check she always made it a point to get little stuff for me. I didn’t rock Nikes until I was old enough to pay for them on my own. But I don’t want you to think I had this horrible ass child hood I really had a fantastic one. My grandfather was a very hard working man and he provided for his family. My Uncles Ricky, David, Thomas even LJ and Sonny who lived in Chicago are all very cool and they were much better fathers than most people had. Rickey had me rolling joints as far back as I could remember. He told me that I could not smoke em but I needed to know how to do that. He said every man has a duty to know each side of life. He meant the straight and narrow and the crooked, because if you wanted to succeed in life you have to be able to navigate both. He also taught me one phrase that has carried me through life “no matter how hard life gets nephew always keep the faith” His way of explaining the good and the bad. He use to say the things you cry about somebody is praying for. My childhood was amazing it really was, everyone in my home town new me then and they know me now. I was one of those kids that could eat in any area of town hustlers, dope boys, and because of my mom getting more involved in politics elected officials knew Stella’s boy.
All things considered I guess I was somewhat of a nerd. I watched a lot of cartoons and I liked to read. I would really dig the PBS channel (I guess not having cable as a child really does do something for you) I loved watching and learning about people that grew from humble beginnings, they would always inspire me. Think about the advantages that they didn’t have but still worked their way into forever. To be mentioned forever, that is amazing. I am sure that John F Kennedy was a great man but think if someone like Malcolm X would have been born with the same advantages. Both of them are great men that met the same fate. I wonder would Kennedy have reached the height that he reached if he would have had to endure what Malcolm did. Or would Malcolm have been as committed to his people if he didn’t face their struggles first hand. Is greatness something someone is born with or is it like most things taught to us as we grow?
A lot of personal family information I am leaving out. Family business should stay that way. There are issues that my family has that will hopefully be eradicated by the time my cousin Stephen is my age. But again Sunday my mother and I talked on the phone. We talked about Medicare Part D and its good and bad qualities. We discussed the fact that she is up for re-election for the county school board. She talked about the differences in local and state government. How it seems that after our community embraces a candidate and puts him in a position to make change how they all become nothing more than self serving leeches. She also talked about a cruise that she wanted to take in January. (Guess who has to kick in on that one so if you know any travel agents please tell them to email me so I can save some cheese) Im very proud of my mother she has worked very hard her entire life and never looked for any man to save her. She raised three sons, all three graduated high school and two of them graduated college. Two of her sons have children and they are very much a part of their lives. Yes your mom may be a dr or a lawyer or what ever the fuck, but could they do what my mom did by herself. My mother is a sorceress that has the ability to make something out of nothing, can your mother do that. My mother is a woman that taught me that some females are women and others are just hoes, treat them accordingly. I love you mamma from your best looking son.......Breezy
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
What I would do to you
I get alot of women asking me what I would do if I got them alone and there was no one there but me and her. I wrote this for someone I want to fuck really bad. It is for women only so if you read this and your a dude your gay any way....
I am making this up as I go so don’t look for novel type quality but thinking about you today this is what I came up with.
I see you standing in something simple like a sundress, with your hair down. I walk over to you and grab your hair and pull it softly until your face is pointed towards mine. I kiss your neck while using my other hand to move from the middle of your back to the bottom of your ass and back again. After I let go of your hair and start rubbing your outer thigh from the back of your knee to the middle of your legs to see if you are getting moist. From there I would pick you up and take you to the nearest soft location to lay you down.
When I am sure that you are comfortable, I would take the straps off your arms and kiss every piece of your skin gently from your shoulders to your lips and then I would take off the entire dress. Then I would lick and suck on each of your nipples until they are both as hard as I am.
And when you are totally out of all of your dress, I’ll pick you up and put your back against the wall and raise you up in the air with my hands under your ass. Ill stop when your knees are hanging over my shoulders and I am eating your pussy. I would let you wrap your thighs around my head as I suck your clit and lick it moving my tongue from left to right softly but very quickly. After you start to scream I would lay you back down and stick my tongue inside you and bend it up, (yes I can do that) I‘ll be making circles on the roof of you then I would stick my fingers in you and rub your g spot as long as it takes until you cum…After you cum I would stand up and take off my cloths slide on a rubber and turn you on your stomach and raise your ass up until I can get inside you..and I would slide into you sloooowwly. As I slide in I can see you grab the covers and I can see the side of your face wrinkle up and you bite your bottom lip and then slowly I began to go faster and faster until it feels like the entire house is shaking. The entire time I am have my fingers wet from your pussy rubbing back and forth on your clit …
Then I’ll pull out and turn you over and put your feet into my chest and go deeper inside you while I use my hands to push and pull you to me as I go in and out….. deeper every time. Until you open your legs and start throwing your body into mine until I can’t take it and cum yelling your name.
I will pick you up and put you in the shower and give you a bath softly washing you and kissing you as the water steams up the entire room. I will lay against a wall as you clean me first with the towel and then with your lips. From there we go back to the bed and do it again…… but this time we do it better……
I am making this up as I go so don’t look for novel type quality but thinking about you today this is what I came up with.
I see you standing in something simple like a sundress, with your hair down. I walk over to you and grab your hair and pull it softly until your face is pointed towards mine. I kiss your neck while using my other hand to move from the middle of your back to the bottom of your ass and back again. After I let go of your hair and start rubbing your outer thigh from the back of your knee to the middle of your legs to see if you are getting moist. From there I would pick you up and take you to the nearest soft location to lay you down.
When I am sure that you are comfortable, I would take the straps off your arms and kiss every piece of your skin gently from your shoulders to your lips and then I would take off the entire dress. Then I would lick and suck on each of your nipples until they are both as hard as I am.
And when you are totally out of all of your dress, I’ll pick you up and put your back against the wall and raise you up in the air with my hands under your ass. Ill stop when your knees are hanging over my shoulders and I am eating your pussy. I would let you wrap your thighs around my head as I suck your clit and lick it moving my tongue from left to right softly but very quickly. After you start to scream I would lay you back down and stick my tongue inside you and bend it up, (yes I can do that) I‘ll be making circles on the roof of you then I would stick my fingers in you and rub your g spot as long as it takes until you cum…After you cum I would stand up and take off my cloths slide on a rubber and turn you on your stomach and raise your ass up until I can get inside you..and I would slide into you sloooowwly. As I slide in I can see you grab the covers and I can see the side of your face wrinkle up and you bite your bottom lip and then slowly I began to go faster and faster until it feels like the entire house is shaking. The entire time I am have my fingers wet from your pussy rubbing back and forth on your clit …
Then I’ll pull out and turn you over and put your feet into my chest and go deeper inside you while I use my hands to push and pull you to me as I go in and out….. deeper every time. Until you open your legs and start throwing your body into mine until I can’t take it and cum yelling your name.
I will pick you up and put you in the shower and give you a bath softly washing you and kissing you as the water steams up the entire room. I will lay against a wall as you clean me first with the towel and then with your lips. From there we go back to the bed and do it again…… but this time we do it better……
Monday, September 11, 2006
BITCH WHO YOU FUCKING----
Right now I’m at work on Darvocet dozing like a bitch. If it wasn’t for me day dreaming about my Latino supervisor having sweaty barely legal sex I would go to fucking sleep. But anyway I am getting a lot of emails from women who are not happy with their relationships. I had a hard time figuring out why the fuck are they asking me, until I thought about it. Women can see something that most men can’t….. They can see when a man is bullshitting them and they can tell when he is being honest. You say yeah whatever muthafucka, but think about some of that bullshit you tell your girl. You honestly believe she is stupid enough to think that shit is the truth. Women trust their instincts and when you lie they know it. But what they do is give you enough rope to hang yourself. Now many of them are not going to do anything until they have proof but some of them don’t wait that long. I use to fuck other dudes girls ALL THE TIME. (Thanks by the way) And it wasn’t that they were hoes or anything like that. Women are faithful as long as they think they feel that they have something worth being faithful too. But the second they feel that is respect is being betrayed, they go for theirs.
The next thing I know I am hearing "I have wanted to get at you for a minut, so today I said fuck it." I always knew why they said fuck it that day and I always didn't care. Don’t get me wrong you have a large number of just sorry ass hoes, but for the most part if you got a good girl it’s probably your fault that she starts tricking off. They usually have a few phrases they tell themselves to stay sane. Like okay he made a mistake but he didn’t fuck one of my friends or family as long as it doesnt happen again I will just put it out of my mind. God bless you if you got one of these because you got a get out of shit free card. It was just some hoe and it doesn’t mean anything to him. Now this is usually followed by bad moods and “I don’t have time to pick up something for you to eat.” Shit like that. You know the regular shit she would do with no problem all of a sudden she gets an attitude with. Your stupid ass asks her “what is wrong with you” ––––And she responds-“nothing” LOL
Next there are two roads that usually follow this; she might sweep that under the rug if you act like you are sorry and just don’t do the shit again. (I know, I know, how can you be sorry for some shit you don't even know if she knows, for that one play boy you got to know your woman:) Women watch patterns of their men they know when your patterns change. You see when your work schedule changes, or the people you normally talk about you introduce from no where a new name, places you usually go and you say some shit like I just wanted to try something different. (no man that is really hingry is going to try something new if it is lunch time you better tell that bitch you went to Burger King.) ( Women keep a track I bet your girl knows how you fucking order your burger (shit getting scary aint it.) She knows where all your boys stay, who smokes weed, and who is always running around on their girl…you want to know why she knows everything about your life.......because your bitch ass told her. Let me help all the rookies that read this and a couple of you pros if you woman asks about your friends, tell her they are all choir boys. They never do anything wrong, they never cheat, they just have a hard time finding a woman who they feel is worth their time and attention. (Think about it if she feels that all of your friends are good boys why would she trip if you went out to kick it with them…..)
Now what normally happens when a dude cheats and gets away with it they either go back to the same chick or they go on and get another. The first is a no-no because now you on some level you are getting feelings for this outside bitch. It may just be that she doesn’t give me no-problems she just wants to fuck and I can go home. Stick around player those be the ones that have graveyards in their closet not just a fucking bone. Or you have the cat that feels he can be a player and keep a girl. This is the most hated muthafucka in a woman’s mind. You see that plays into that I am not enough woman for him….I give him everything and he goes out there and runs behind a bunch of other bitches. A-lot of women have issues of some sort, and most of those issues have to do with their confidence. That is what tears them up they feel as if they gave you their best and you have the nerve to say it’s not good enough. Worst than it not being good enough you are not man enough to say it to their face. Everyday she turns down another man with more money and a bigger dick to stay with your punk ass. But you couldn’t do it, so she begins to turn cold. If you are lucky they pull away but if you are not they start doing their thing on the side as well.
I can hear the questions now”YoungBreezy how can I tell if my woman is cheating” well padnah if you got a really smart one you can’t. (LOL) Aint that a bitch? I have been getting head from a woman and she was on the phone with her man. She said she missed him and she loved him. When she got off the phone she said I hope you fucked tonight padnah because I did. (That yella bitch was so so fine) Once a chick told me and GOD is my witness “Hey he is on his way over here hurry up and cum so you can leave.” She jumped up and got on her hands and knees and I tried to tattoo my nuts on her ass. (I called TonyJ when I left and he laughs about it every time we bring her up) I never hid in a closet or no R. Kelly shit. I would always walk out the front door. Sometimes the dude saw me sometimes they didn’t. (It's apartments so they never knew where I was coming from.) But I didn’t care. I get allot of women that tell me that I want to explore more in bed but he might think I am a hoe or something. I want to have a threesome but he won’t marry a woman that would do something like that. Aint that a bitch you got a slut on standbye and you wont let that thang go.
I am not telling anyone that it’s right or wrong to cheat it is totally up to you. All I can say is be careful because a-lot of people don’t protect themselves and if they are not worried about themselves I know for damn sure they are not worried about you. Dudes ask your woman what her fantasy is you may be pleasantly surprised. The shit she is into may be way too freaky for you or vice-versa. But if you have that stuff in the open at least you can understand what that person's desires are. Women you have to realize that it is hard for a man to only be with one woman. Just as hard for you to be with one man. But what you have become accustomed to is brand new to them now. Other bitches are paying them a whole lot of attention. You know what that shit is about, other women want a dude in a relationship because they see you happy and don’t understand why it isn’t them. So you know that bitches are going to try and get at him dont get mad. That much attention is overwhelming to most cats. You have to be prepared to handle that like a woman. Not a jealous little girl. Men want to fuck as much as possible and every time he asks for a shot of ass you got every answer but the right one sooner or later he is going to go get that nut off with or without you. Dont say I didnt tell you later….BA
The next thing I know I am hearing "I have wanted to get at you for a minut, so today I said fuck it." I always knew why they said fuck it that day and I always didn't care. Don’t get me wrong you have a large number of just sorry ass hoes, but for the most part if you got a good girl it’s probably your fault that she starts tricking off. They usually have a few phrases they tell themselves to stay sane. Like okay he made a mistake but he didn’t fuck one of my friends or family as long as it doesnt happen again I will just put it out of my mind. God bless you if you got one of these because you got a get out of shit free card. It was just some hoe and it doesn’t mean anything to him. Now this is usually followed by bad moods and “I don’t have time to pick up something for you to eat.” Shit like that. You know the regular shit she would do with no problem all of a sudden she gets an attitude with. Your stupid ass asks her “what is wrong with you” ––––And she responds-“nothing” LOL
Next there are two roads that usually follow this; she might sweep that under the rug if you act like you are sorry and just don’t do the shit again. (I know, I know, how can you be sorry for some shit you don't even know if she knows, for that one play boy you got to know your woman:) Women watch patterns of their men they know when your patterns change. You see when your work schedule changes, or the people you normally talk about you introduce from no where a new name, places you usually go and you say some shit like I just wanted to try something different. (no man that is really hingry is going to try something new if it is lunch time you better tell that bitch you went to Burger King.) ( Women keep a track I bet your girl knows how you fucking order your burger (shit getting scary aint it.) She knows where all your boys stay, who smokes weed, and who is always running around on their girl…you want to know why she knows everything about your life.......because your bitch ass told her. Let me help all the rookies that read this and a couple of you pros if you woman asks about your friends, tell her they are all choir boys. They never do anything wrong, they never cheat, they just have a hard time finding a woman who they feel is worth their time and attention. (Think about it if she feels that all of your friends are good boys why would she trip if you went out to kick it with them…..)
Now what normally happens when a dude cheats and gets away with it they either go back to the same chick or they go on and get another. The first is a no-no because now you on some level you are getting feelings for this outside bitch. It may just be that she doesn’t give me no-problems she just wants to fuck and I can go home. Stick around player those be the ones that have graveyards in their closet not just a fucking bone. Or you have the cat that feels he can be a player and keep a girl. This is the most hated muthafucka in a woman’s mind. You see that plays into that I am not enough woman for him….I give him everything and he goes out there and runs behind a bunch of other bitches. A-lot of women have issues of some sort, and most of those issues have to do with their confidence. That is what tears them up they feel as if they gave you their best and you have the nerve to say it’s not good enough. Worst than it not being good enough you are not man enough to say it to their face. Everyday she turns down another man with more money and a bigger dick to stay with your punk ass. But you couldn’t do it, so she begins to turn cold. If you are lucky they pull away but if you are not they start doing their thing on the side as well.
I can hear the questions now”YoungBreezy how can I tell if my woman is cheating” well padnah if you got a really smart one you can’t. (LOL) Aint that a bitch? I have been getting head from a woman and she was on the phone with her man. She said she missed him and she loved him. When she got off the phone she said I hope you fucked tonight padnah because I did. (That yella bitch was so so fine) Once a chick told me and GOD is my witness “Hey he is on his way over here hurry up and cum so you can leave.” She jumped up and got on her hands and knees and I tried to tattoo my nuts on her ass. (I called TonyJ when I left and he laughs about it every time we bring her up) I never hid in a closet or no R. Kelly shit. I would always walk out the front door. Sometimes the dude saw me sometimes they didn’t. (It's apartments so they never knew where I was coming from.) But I didn’t care. I get allot of women that tell me that I want to explore more in bed but he might think I am a hoe or something. I want to have a threesome but he won’t marry a woman that would do something like that. Aint that a bitch you got a slut on standbye and you wont let that thang go.
I am not telling anyone that it’s right or wrong to cheat it is totally up to you. All I can say is be careful because a-lot of people don’t protect themselves and if they are not worried about themselves I know for damn sure they are not worried about you. Dudes ask your woman what her fantasy is you may be pleasantly surprised. The shit she is into may be way too freaky for you or vice-versa. But if you have that stuff in the open at least you can understand what that person's desires are. Women you have to realize that it is hard for a man to only be with one woman. Just as hard for you to be with one man. But what you have become accustomed to is brand new to them now. Other bitches are paying them a whole lot of attention. You know what that shit is about, other women want a dude in a relationship because they see you happy and don’t understand why it isn’t them. So you know that bitches are going to try and get at him dont get mad. That much attention is overwhelming to most cats. You have to be prepared to handle that like a woman. Not a jealous little girl. Men want to fuck as much as possible and every time he asks for a shot of ass you got every answer but the right one sooner or later he is going to go get that nut off with or without you. Dont say I didnt tell you later….BA
Friday, September 01, 2006
CONGRATS MY BOY BOOGA HAD A LITTLE GIRL TODAY
I was at the Dallas Cowboy football game yesterday, and I saw TO catch a pass. Texas stadium is hot and it smells like fucking chili cheese fries. I am not a super fat ass I don’t like the smell of chili cheese fries. Anyway I have not posted this week because I have been pretty fucking busy. I am sorry about that I am trying to take care of a few projects but I really appreciate the love and the emails that I have been getting so please keep them coming.
I am going to write a few things that are shooting through my dome….
I got in about 11 last night and I stayed up and watched the VMA’s. Okay let me say this, FUCK MTV and FUCK you if you don’t like me saying FUCK MTV. How the hell are you going to have an honest video award and the same videos were nominated for every fucking category. That Shakira bitch, the Madonna video and what ever the fuck else they were shoving down my throat. All that shit sucked. How can they have best rap video and not nominate Gnarls Barkley “Crazy” or Not EVEN FUCKING MENTION YOUNG JEEZY. Who won best rap video Black Eye Pea’s ....to be honest I don’t really like the Peas but they are being honest to themselves, and doing something different so I respect that. Beyonce won best R&B video for a fucking POP song Check up on it is not an R&B song it is a pop song. It is clear to me that MTV is being ran by a bunch of fucking idiots. This use to be the station that gave a voice to the real music fans, now all it does is what ever the fuck its sponsors tell it to do. Way to stick it to the man MTV…..fuck you. (By the way that head Pussy Cat bitch can get fucked sideways OH MY GOD she is fine)…..The best thing about the awards show was the Vanguard award that was given to Hype Williams. He is honestly one of the class acts in entertainment. If you own Belly watch it and listen to the director’s commentary. If you hear his vision of what the movie was suppose to be before the Producers fucked it up you get so much more respect for that movie man…anyway lets keep it moving……….
Again, I have been told that someone knows an editor at some publishing company or magazine and they will love my shit. I remember when I would get this news and my dick would get hard and I would start picking out cars that drove by and then after all that nothing time and time again nothing like they didnt mention it anymore. I know now to just take things in stride and keep writing.. Now let me say to be very clear thank you so much if you like my writing. I am not being an ass at all to those who really like it and tell others. It means the world to me that people write me quoting things I have written. When they talk about how much the information means to them and how it affects them, that is something I can’t describe. But please for my own sake if you know someone that is in the publishing, copywriting, advertising, any print business. Wait until you talk to them before you tell me that you are going to talk to them. I want to quit my job too bad so quit fucking with me like this...... Speaking of emails I may just post a bunch of emails I get from dudes that have used the threesome post to get some more pussy. You will not believe the shit people tell me.
Females don’t stop sending me pictures of you naked. I love it. I will not put up anything that can be traced back to you. And if you want to send pictures of you and another woman HELL YEAH I want them. I am starting a little photo gallery. Remember this can’t be done without your help so use them camera phones for what they are for……… emailing Breezy pictures of your pussy hole and you in usable positions.... :)
I love movies and here are a few movies I think yall should see. Running Scared with Paul Walker it's a fucking fantastic movie from beginning to end. The cover is right “Makes Kill bill look like a bitch ass girlie movie” I am paraphrasing. If you like gritty crime shit, real gangsta shit, this is right up your alley. Every fucking thing you can think of takes place in this movie.
Now if you want a comedy go with Grandma’s Boy, you will honestly laugh so hard you are going to fart (well I did). This movie is a from Adam Sandler’s production company so….you know what just trust me I promise you will fucking fart I think you might blow your o ring……
..And the final movie I am going to recommend is La7er Cake. It’s a Guy Richie movie if you like shit like Usual Suspects and Heat wear the criminals are smarter than everybody else (they really are by the way) Let me say just say this, I saw the first 8 mins of this movie and turned it off..... went to the store and bought it. I promise you it is that fucking good….
I will be hanging out at the Daiquiri Bar this Sunday night so please come out. My boy JClipp is going to be on the ones and twos so come have a drink with your boy. If you don’t know what I look like look for the best looking muthafucka in the club.... I will probably will be robbing his gay ass for drinking money.
And lastly.... Yes the Orgy did happen. No I didn’t take pictures. No I didn’t fuck anybody I only hosted it with some other people. If you want to be at the next one it's very simple when I put the invite out there don’t ask me if it's real.... tell me you want to fucking go. Every body had a real cool time. No relationships were destroyed and everybody kept their fucking mouths closed…well after the party that is LOL. This is your friendly neighborhood Breezy. Remember if you stay away from assholes you will stay outta shit……..
I am going to write a few things that are shooting through my dome….
I got in about 11 last night and I stayed up and watched the VMA’s. Okay let me say this, FUCK MTV and FUCK you if you don’t like me saying FUCK MTV. How the hell are you going to have an honest video award and the same videos were nominated for every fucking category. That Shakira bitch, the Madonna video and what ever the fuck else they were shoving down my throat. All that shit sucked. How can they have best rap video and not nominate Gnarls Barkley “Crazy” or Not EVEN FUCKING MENTION YOUNG JEEZY. Who won best rap video Black Eye Pea’s ....to be honest I don’t really like the Peas but they are being honest to themselves, and doing something different so I respect that. Beyonce won best R&B video for a fucking POP song Check up on it is not an R&B song it is a pop song. It is clear to me that MTV is being ran by a bunch of fucking idiots. This use to be the station that gave a voice to the real music fans, now all it does is what ever the fuck its sponsors tell it to do. Way to stick it to the man MTV…..fuck you. (By the way that head Pussy Cat bitch can get fucked sideways OH MY GOD she is fine)…..The best thing about the awards show was the Vanguard award that was given to Hype Williams. He is honestly one of the class acts in entertainment. If you own Belly watch it and listen to the director’s commentary. If you hear his vision of what the movie was suppose to be before the Producers fucked it up you get so much more respect for that movie man…anyway lets keep it moving……….
Again, I have been told that someone knows an editor at some publishing company or magazine and they will love my shit. I remember when I would get this news and my dick would get hard and I would start picking out cars that drove by and then after all that nothing time and time again nothing like they didnt mention it anymore. I know now to just take things in stride and keep writing.. Now let me say to be very clear thank you so much if you like my writing. I am not being an ass at all to those who really like it and tell others. It means the world to me that people write me quoting things I have written. When they talk about how much the information means to them and how it affects them, that is something I can’t describe. But please for my own sake if you know someone that is in the publishing, copywriting, advertising, any print business. Wait until you talk to them before you tell me that you are going to talk to them. I want to quit my job too bad so quit fucking with me like this...... Speaking of emails I may just post a bunch of emails I get from dudes that have used the threesome post to get some more pussy. You will not believe the shit people tell me.
Females don’t stop sending me pictures of you naked. I love it. I will not put up anything that can be traced back to you. And if you want to send pictures of you and another woman HELL YEAH I want them. I am starting a little photo gallery. Remember this can’t be done without your help so use them camera phones for what they are for……… emailing Breezy pictures of your pussy hole and you in usable positions.... :)
I love movies and here are a few movies I think yall should see. Running Scared with Paul Walker it's a fucking fantastic movie from beginning to end. The cover is right “Makes Kill bill look like a bitch ass girlie movie” I am paraphrasing. If you like gritty crime shit, real gangsta shit, this is right up your alley. Every fucking thing you can think of takes place in this movie.
Now if you want a comedy go with Grandma’s Boy, you will honestly laugh so hard you are going to fart (well I did). This movie is a from Adam Sandler’s production company so….you know what just trust me I promise you will fucking fart I think you might blow your o ring……
..And the final movie I am going to recommend is La7er Cake. It’s a Guy Richie movie if you like shit like Usual Suspects and Heat wear the criminals are smarter than everybody else (they really are by the way) Let me say just say this, I saw the first 8 mins of this movie and turned it off..... went to the store and bought it. I promise you it is that fucking good….
I will be hanging out at the Daiquiri Bar this Sunday night so please come out. My boy JClipp is going to be on the ones and twos so come have a drink with your boy. If you don’t know what I look like look for the best looking muthafucka in the club.... I will probably will be robbing his gay ass for drinking money.
And lastly.... Yes the Orgy did happen. No I didn’t take pictures. No I didn’t fuck anybody I only hosted it with some other people. If you want to be at the next one it's very simple when I put the invite out there don’t ask me if it's real.... tell me you want to fucking go. Every body had a real cool time. No relationships were destroyed and everybody kept their fucking mouths closed…well after the party that is LOL. This is your friendly neighborhood Breezy. Remember if you stay away from assholes you will stay outta shit……..
Friday, August 18, 2006
Soprano
Okay we have all watched the TV show The Soprano's (www.hbo.com) But,…… this is hard to explain….I really know that guy. I don’t mean that I know the actor that plays the part of Tony Soprano. I have never in my life met James Gandolfini, but I know that type of dude. I know a version of Tony Soprano he is a man that has been a constant source of inspiration and guidance. He is best friends with my Uncle L and to be quite honest they really do what ever the fuck they want. They each have a million hustles and all of them legal and all of them very profitable. You see Uncle L and Black Soprano taught me that you can be a street dude but you can still get this corporate dollar. You don’t have to lose your integrity to have 5 and 6 figure checks put in your hand on the regular. This was before the term corporate thugs. These were the dudes that saw a reflection of themselves in me. These are in all honesty the OG’s that taught me that real street shit works perfectly in the board room.
I have to be honest a lot of people read the site and I get all types of comments some have ranged from “You are an asshole and you probably have like 6 diseases” and others are more along the lines of “you are so brave to be honest with who you are and really put yourself out there they way you do. I appreciate all your words but you seem to be in some sort of emotional pain”(what the fuck ever I hate back handed compliments) I get the best feeling when people that I have been basically raised by send me notices from their corporate positions in government, finance, brokerage firms and so forth. When my (big brothers or uncles) that pulled my coat to things that I was never aware I even needed to know. One night I walking through a crowd and took a seat, I had on a suit it was a formal thing for a radio station. I was there for a second to talk to a woman; I stood up and walked away. Uncle L came up to me and whispered to me “when you have on a suit coat always button the top button when you are standing, but when you sit unbutton it, that shows you are use to being in a professional setting… you are cool don’t worry I am just giving you a little polish do you thing”. To me that meant more than words can describe because he was teaching me how to look like I was accustomed to wearing a suit. It has to be more than attitude it and more than self confidence you have to have knowledge of etiquette. (Aint that shit gangsta as a muthafucka, etiquette and shit) You see you will never be anything in this world of real million dollar hustlers if they see one ding in your armor. You always have to live you life in the pursuit of your own personal perfection. I had been given advice with suits before LA loves wearing a shit but he when Uncle L did that it felt like he wanted me to belong to that crowd wear the major money makers were. I am sure that I still stuck out like a sore thumb but I knew at that point that that I was on my way up. (never told him thanks but he knows)
You see everyday, people studying you. Those people might be your on child, your mom or the person trying to fuck up your relationship. If you are in college it’s the people in the Greek organization that you want to pledge. They are looking at you to see if you are what you say you are. And the moment that it is proven to them that in their eyes you are not; for the rest your life you are nothing but a fraud. Then you have those people like Black Soprano, Uncle L, Love, DP, PP3, J. Jamison (this dude right here I am almost afraid to put on the internet),Chris G the canton connector, and that boy KStraughter…. All of these were dudes put me up on the game. I appreciate all of them so when I go home I try to always reach out and talk to them give them a call just let them know that I really did appreciate the lessons they taught me, especially the ones that I didn’t even know I needed to learn.
I get little hits on my email and text from time to time (we cool but aint none of us gay (not that anything is wrong with that LOL Seinfeld)) But Black Soprano ask me to print something and well when the boss asks a favor you do it. Laidies and Gentleman I give you the best dressed Political Figure I have ever met or voted for several times in the same election Soprano aka Christopher Walken bka Raynathan Skuggs…………oh by the way if you don’t speak pimp or hustler this will go right over your head so yeah go to the next few post or go up and look at the pictures :) His voice is like a young James Earl Jones
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It don't matter what they call me, you don't fucking know me, so shutthe fuck up and peep game.I could go on and on about how I met this nigga Breezy, with hispassed the fuck out on my birthday ass, but he's already addressedthat shit in a previous post.But I do want to tell you one thing I fucking love about this nigga.His never ending thirst and quest for what Bushwick (Motherfucking)Bill termed "the other damn level of the game". Now don't get ittwisted, just because a man is thirsting for and questing "the otherdamn level of the game" does not mean he has never been to, seen orexperienced "the other dam level of the game". No, no - the exactopposite is the truth.Anybody that has gotten a new high, has only established a new low. Atrue pimp will not rest on the laurels of his first threesome, a truemack will seek "the other dam level of the game" and hunt for athreesome on a weekly basis. This is what I love about Breezy.Whenever I see him, he sincerely craves knowledge of the latestbattles so he can adjust his game plan accordingly.You know what's wrong with your average everyday type motherfucker? Helacks vision. To see something, it has to actually exists. But forniggas Breezy - shit -this nigga see the unseen. Nigga like Breezy andLA, shit, they conjure up shit in they minds and then make it happenin reality. Breezy is one of the few niggas blessed with the game tonot only recognize game - but the has the "other damn level" shit tonot hate - but congratulate, immolates, duplicate and replicate thatgame. He is indeed rare.But enough about Breezy, real niggas give props and move on, and I wasgetting dangerously close to riding nutts - real niggas don't ridenutts.I've gotten Breezy's approval to drop knowledge from time-to-time onthis site and I will do just that. Educating you niggas on thenuances of the game, the subtle shit that no one sees. You know, someEPSN Beyond The Glory type shit. See you niggas see success andthink, man he got it easy, he got it made. You hoes don't know thebattles it takes to be on this level.So be on the lookout for some real shit about the exploits ofRaynathan and Romelo Skuggs. Beautiful, yet gangsta.Next topic, coming soon - Damn I Love Bitches . . . . .
I have to be honest a lot of people read the site and I get all types of comments some have ranged from “You are an asshole and you probably have like 6 diseases” and others are more along the lines of “you are so brave to be honest with who you are and really put yourself out there they way you do. I appreciate all your words but you seem to be in some sort of emotional pain”(what the fuck ever I hate back handed compliments) I get the best feeling when people that I have been basically raised by send me notices from their corporate positions in government, finance, brokerage firms and so forth. When my (big brothers or uncles) that pulled my coat to things that I was never aware I even needed to know. One night I walking through a crowd and took a seat, I had on a suit it was a formal thing for a radio station. I was there for a second to talk to a woman; I stood up and walked away. Uncle L came up to me and whispered to me “when you have on a suit coat always button the top button when you are standing, but when you sit unbutton it, that shows you are use to being in a professional setting… you are cool don’t worry I am just giving you a little polish do you thing”. To me that meant more than words can describe because he was teaching me how to look like I was accustomed to wearing a suit. It has to be more than attitude it and more than self confidence you have to have knowledge of etiquette. (Aint that shit gangsta as a muthafucka, etiquette and shit) You see you will never be anything in this world of real million dollar hustlers if they see one ding in your armor. You always have to live you life in the pursuit of your own personal perfection. I had been given advice with suits before LA loves wearing a shit but he when Uncle L did that it felt like he wanted me to belong to that crowd wear the major money makers were. I am sure that I still stuck out like a sore thumb but I knew at that point that that I was on my way up. (never told him thanks but he knows)
You see everyday, people studying you. Those people might be your on child, your mom or the person trying to fuck up your relationship. If you are in college it’s the people in the Greek organization that you want to pledge. They are looking at you to see if you are what you say you are. And the moment that it is proven to them that in their eyes you are not; for the rest your life you are nothing but a fraud. Then you have those people like Black Soprano, Uncle L, Love, DP, PP3, J. Jamison (this dude right here I am almost afraid to put on the internet),Chris G the canton connector, and that boy KStraughter…. All of these were dudes put me up on the game. I appreciate all of them so when I go home I try to always reach out and talk to them give them a call just let them know that I really did appreciate the lessons they taught me, especially the ones that I didn’t even know I needed to learn.
I get little hits on my email and text from time to time (we cool but aint none of us gay (not that anything is wrong with that LOL Seinfeld)) But Black Soprano ask me to print something and well when the boss asks a favor you do it. Laidies and Gentleman I give you the best dressed Political Figure I have ever met or voted for several times in the same election Soprano aka Christopher Walken bka Raynathan Skuggs…………oh by the way if you don’t speak pimp or hustler this will go right over your head so yeah go to the next few post or go up and look at the pictures :) His voice is like a young James Earl Jones
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It don't matter what they call me, you don't fucking know me, so shutthe fuck up and peep game.I could go on and on about how I met this nigga Breezy, with hispassed the fuck out on my birthday ass, but he's already addressedthat shit in a previous post.But I do want to tell you one thing I fucking love about this nigga.His never ending thirst and quest for what Bushwick (Motherfucking)Bill termed "the other damn level of the game". Now don't get ittwisted, just because a man is thirsting for and questing "the otherdamn level of the game" does not mean he has never been to, seen orexperienced "the other dam level of the game". No, no - the exactopposite is the truth.Anybody that has gotten a new high, has only established a new low. Atrue pimp will not rest on the laurels of his first threesome, a truemack will seek "the other dam level of the game" and hunt for athreesome on a weekly basis. This is what I love about Breezy.Whenever I see him, he sincerely craves knowledge of the latestbattles so he can adjust his game plan accordingly.You know what's wrong with your average everyday type motherfucker? Helacks vision. To see something, it has to actually exists. But forniggas Breezy - shit -this nigga see the unseen. Nigga like Breezy andLA, shit, they conjure up shit in they minds and then make it happenin reality. Breezy is one of the few niggas blessed with the game tonot only recognize game - but the has the "other damn level" shit tonot hate - but congratulate, immolates, duplicate and replicate thatgame. He is indeed rare.But enough about Breezy, real niggas give props and move on, and I wasgetting dangerously close to riding nutts - real niggas don't ridenutts.I've gotten Breezy's approval to drop knowledge from time-to-time onthis site and I will do just that. Educating you niggas on thenuances of the game, the subtle shit that no one sees. You know, someEPSN Beyond The Glory type shit. See you niggas see success andthink, man he got it easy, he got it made. You hoes don't know thebattles it takes to be on this level.So be on the lookout for some real shit about the exploits ofRaynathan and Romelo Skuggs. Beautiful, yet gangsta.Next topic, coming soon - Damn I Love Bitches . . . . .
Thursday, August 17, 2006
JEFFERSON DAVIS HOGG AT IT AGIN
Hello fans, friends. sluts, ass suckers, joint smokers, anal tounge darters and church folk. I have again received a little why he is my best friend note from my friend and yours TonyJ AKA Jefferson Davis Hogg. He is going to teach a little lesson to all the young women out there that are shall we say under studies...
I give you the truth as seen through the eyes of the sickest man I would go to jail for and with. LOL if you need proof find the post called Open your butt cheeks it is one of my favorites.
But as I said before heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees Tony......
Now I’ve been blessed, or maybe cursed, with being raised with and having friends who are Pussy Go Getters. Now with having this experience a lot revelations have come my way one of which I would like to write about today. The Other Woman!!! Every woman out there has either been the other woman, thought they were the other woman, or knows someone who is the other woman. Now unlike other people who will say that being the other woman is wrong or it is demeaning or my all time favorite “You’re deserve/You’re better than that girl”. Well they are all HIGHLY MISTAKEN being the other woman is the greatest perk ever given to the female form, Hell I wish I could be the other man!! Ladies you must remember in order to forego such an undertaking you must be willing to comply with certain rules and understandings.
5) Always remember YOU ARE THE OTHER WOMAN you are awarded certain rights… ie undivided attention when you’re with him, no talk about the main lady, a meal at least once a week. BUT, you’re also given certain restrictions… ie Shut the fuck up when he’s on the phone, Asking the questions “who is that you’re talking to? & where are you going?” and Nagging continuously about leaving her to be with you.
4) As the other woman your time is null and void. He spends time with you when HE wants to spend time with you, now as mentioned before if he is with you then his time should be devoted to you but if at any moment something comes up and he has to cancel or if he has to cut your time short Sorry fo ya but as the other woman that is the path you decided to take.
3) Do you know what percentage of his money belongs to you NONE!!!! You as the other woman you get what he gives you NO MORE all this “Can I hold? Let me have? That’s not enough!” is bull shit Tramp, I have a wife/main lady you need to be thanking God on high that I bought you some Chee-toes. And on the off chance that the person reading this is a kept woman…. Keep on keeping on you have made it to the major leagues, just a reminder you still need to watch it though cause asking for the wrong amount will find you back in the 82 Olds Cutlass with the sticking turn signal.
2) Keep your personal problems to your damn self!! I can guarn-damn-tee that the man does not give a care that you’re scared of falling for him or that you’re worried about were this relationship is going. Get in, Shut up and Ride follow that and you may find an extra 20 mins of love and devotion in your Christmas stocking.
1) Last but certainly not least your body is an open canvas!! Trust me ladies if you are the other woman the first thing on his mind was throwing a party on that pussy not how great your personality is. Therefore what ever he brings to the table you need to be accepting cause chances are he going to go places with you his bottom broad won’t whether that is anal, oral, or watching you rub last holiday’s fruit cake on your stomach if he asks you to do it your answer better always be YES!!! ( AND YOU BETTER LEARN TO SWALLOW)
Breeze sorry about the rant padna but if these women want to play the game they need to know the rules of the game.
I give you the truth as seen through the eyes of the sickest man I would go to jail for and with. LOL if you need proof find the post called Open your butt cheeks it is one of my favorites.
But as I said before heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees Tony......
Now I’ve been blessed, or maybe cursed, with being raised with and having friends who are Pussy Go Getters. Now with having this experience a lot revelations have come my way one of which I would like to write about today. The Other Woman!!! Every woman out there has either been the other woman, thought they were the other woman, or knows someone who is the other woman. Now unlike other people who will say that being the other woman is wrong or it is demeaning or my all time favorite “You’re deserve/You’re better than that girl”. Well they are all HIGHLY MISTAKEN being the other woman is the greatest perk ever given to the female form, Hell I wish I could be the other man!! Ladies you must remember in order to forego such an undertaking you must be willing to comply with certain rules and understandings.
5) Always remember YOU ARE THE OTHER WOMAN you are awarded certain rights… ie undivided attention when you’re with him, no talk about the main lady, a meal at least once a week. BUT, you’re also given certain restrictions… ie Shut the fuck up when he’s on the phone, Asking the questions “who is that you’re talking to? & where are you going?” and Nagging continuously about leaving her to be with you.
4) As the other woman your time is null and void. He spends time with you when HE wants to spend time with you, now as mentioned before if he is with you then his time should be devoted to you but if at any moment something comes up and he has to cancel or if he has to cut your time short Sorry fo ya but as the other woman that is the path you decided to take.
3) Do you know what percentage of his money belongs to you NONE!!!! You as the other woman you get what he gives you NO MORE all this “Can I hold? Let me have? That’s not enough!” is bull shit Tramp, I have a wife/main lady you need to be thanking God on high that I bought you some Chee-toes. And on the off chance that the person reading this is a kept woman…. Keep on keeping on you have made it to the major leagues, just a reminder you still need to watch it though cause asking for the wrong amount will find you back in the 82 Olds Cutlass with the sticking turn signal.
2) Keep your personal problems to your damn self!! I can guarn-damn-tee that the man does not give a care that you’re scared of falling for him or that you’re worried about were this relationship is going. Get in, Shut up and Ride follow that and you may find an extra 20 mins of love and devotion in your Christmas stocking.
1) Last but certainly not least your body is an open canvas!! Trust me ladies if you are the other woman the first thing on his mind was throwing a party on that pussy not how great your personality is. Therefore what ever he brings to the table you need to be accepting cause chances are he going to go places with you his bottom broad won’t whether that is anal, oral, or watching you rub last holiday’s fruit cake on your stomach if he asks you to do it your answer better always be YES!!! ( AND YOU BETTER LEARN TO SWALLOW)
Breeze sorry about the rant padna but if these women want to play the game they need to know the rules of the game.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
BLUE FUCKING MONKEY CRAZY
I was working at a jewelry store in the “Black” mall. It was a piece of shit job but this was in my ‘I need to work and do something positive’ stage. I had this manager that looked like the lead character in all the Iceberg slim books. His name was Robert; he was cool, laid-back as hell. He would always call me Young’un and let me get at the women that walked by the store. He would constantly say “you can stick your dick in anything in this mall as long as you meet your sales goal, I don’t care” He would lay some serious advice on me from time to time (pull my coat-another reference to the Iceberg slim books) but for the most part he was all about his store and making sure that his store made the goals. Why? Because that is what affected his bonus and everything else was bullshit in his eyes.
One day my manager told me “Breezy I need you to work at the ‘White’ mall in on the other side of town.” I thought cool it was closer to my apartment. And one day away from all this pussy dripping out of every fucking store could not hurt. I worked in the mall that was nearest the black neighborhoods in Jackson. My boy Skipp Coon will not even visit the “White” mall. Even though he doesn’t curse he still says “fuck that place man.” Jackson is a beautiful city but it is being ran by some of the stupidest fuckers that ever fell out of a nut sack. The person that is mayor right now is a son of a bitch. He is trying to do everything in his pussy ass power to put every playa that sells weed in Prison. I do have issues with the drug trade but when your fucking ends don’t meet and you can’t afford simple things like fucking cable and wireless internet you got to do what you got to fucking do. He does nothing to address the fact that if I wanted to go to the movies in the city limits of Jackson, MS that is not possible. Why there is no fucking movie theater in the FUCKING STATE CAPITAL. He concentrates on bullshit and I hope that one day he wakes up and sees that Jackson could be the best city in the nation if he invested in the people and stopped wasting time with bullshit ….I’m tripping this is about me fucking whores not my political views. Back to what you really want to know.
Okay, I get there and I see this beautiful ass new girl. I met her before when she was hired they sent her over to meet my manager. She is a lil thicker than I like but she is shaped like a golden girl from Alcorn (sorry if you aint from the south you have no idea what a fucking golden girl is shaped like, which lets me further know that my life is the shit. I have had cum sucked out of me by the finest golden girl in history….by the way she is about to get married I wonder if she would let me…never mind.) I’m at work and I really don’t think she is paying any attention to me at all. I say hello and go about my day of counting diamonds and trying to sell cloudy ass bullshit and convincing bitches that if your man got you this piece of fucking shined up bullshit he really loves you, and if he doesn’t FUCK HIM give me the pussy.
Its sales, so until they buy something tell them what ever you got to until they get their wallets out of their fucking pockets. Now at this store there was a younger manager he was in his early thirties. He was fucking the other chick that worked there. They LEFT for a ‘meeting’, so me and the golden girl are alone. She walked up to me and said the nicest thing I think I have ever heard. “Breezy I want to fuck you so bad……. I can do amazing things with my mouth.” As I have mentioned before sometimes I am told something and it kinda fucks me up so much that I can’t make a facial expression. I said okay and pulled her in the small office. I threw my hands down her panties and started sucking on her tits. She had on one of those sun dresses…..I love fucking sundresses they beg to be thrown over the back of a bitches head so you can pump all of the oil out of that pussy. Now I know that since there are only the two of us there, and both of us are in the back. Let’s just say this behavior may be frowned upon because nobody can buy shit if there is no one to sell them anything. So I asked what was she doing after she got off work. She said nothing what’s up. I got her phone number and told her that I would swing through and scoop her up.
The rest of the day I caught her staring at me as I talked to other chicks that walked by, this made her a little jealous like “didn’t this muthafucka just have his fingers in my pussy like 10 minutes ago” Yeah I did but that was ten minutes ago and I smoke weed so my memory is suspect. Right now you are on deck, and if you have already shown me that much interest I am sure you will be closed if not tonight someday very soon. I don’t work on this side of town so I got to get in all I can.
The manager and his dick sucker came back in looking like they got dressed in the fucking trunk of a car. They both smelled like used pussy and Vaseline. He asked “how was business?” I have to admit the flirting had jumped started old girl’s competitive juices; she filled out like double the applications needed for the night and got this married dude to buy a couple expensive watches. The manager was cool we sold enough shit to make the day worth wild. At the end of the night we took in all the jewelry and locked it in the safe. The manager’s favorite was having a little problem bending over bless her heart. I guess that Vaseline was not enough to lube that ass correctly. I hope she can shit but it should be fine that ass hole should be smooth both ways now. Golden Girl asked if I could give her a ride home I said yeah no problem. We jumped in the car and before I could get the seat belt on she was unzipping my pants. She said that I had to take her to her house because she lived with her mother. I said ok no problem, and I wanted to see if her mother was fine like her so fuck it.
We walked into her mother’s home and it was a normal spot you know pictures and shit a coffee table and the smell of reheated food coming from the kitchen. Her mother on the other hand was fucking blue ass monkey crazy. Golden Girl said that she and I were going to go to the movies. Her mother went outside and wrote down my fucking plate number. From there she asked for my driver’s license and wrote down not only my name and address but my fucking height and weight. I was about to ask her Bitch are you for real? Then all of a sudden Golden Girl walked in the room with an ice cream bar. She put the entire thing in her mouth and sucked it almost off the stick then she smiled at me. I asked blue monkey ass if she wanted my mother’s home number and my blood type because I was getting that bitch to the crib tonight.
We were on our way out of the door and I told her that her mother is a fucking lunatic. The bitch smiled and said that she knew and could not wait till she was able to move out. We went back to the crib and she took her shit off at the door. She had a nice body thick but no stomach and ass for weeks at a time. Her skin was light brown and it felt real smooth, she also had no stretch marks at all. I like to rub a woman all over their bodies they really respond to that. Most cats just pull out their man meat and say enjoy, but I like when a woman is ready to fuck so bad that they are dripping. Nothing is better than when a woman’s lips are fucking throbbing for you to put your dick inside her. ….sorry I got off topic what was I saying oh yeah.. I fucked her all the way up my stairs (we were inside at this point) and then we got to the room. She took off the rubber and sucked me till I came in her mouth. Then she went to the freezer, got some ice and started licking my nuts as she rubbed the ice around my dirty areas (he he they were not really dirty I just said that because I didn’t want not use nuts again) She licked around my ass but never inside; so don’t you go calling her an ass licker you have to earn that title. Before you can count too 3, I was hard as a forgetful muthafucka trying to get out of a lie. I grabbed some rubbers and turned her ass over and fucked her….well I mean very well. I like when my nuts slap against that underbelly LOL. With every bang her head went deeper into the covers. She was a squirter but I didn’t know this until I thought I was getting pissed on. And there she lay on the floor twitching and shit. And again I had that good feeling that only filling a rubber with that second nut brings. I told her we had to go before her crazy ass mother comes to my door. I would hate to call Tim to make her ass disappear. I took her home and she fell asleep in the car on the way. I dropped her off and went got something to eat at this other chic that stayed up the street from me.
The next day I was at the “Black” mall again and LA called me asking if I was gonna go to the spot tonight. He was in the other mall about to grab something to wear. I told him to go by the store and tell me about the new chick that worked there. The first thing out of his mouth was man this bitch got an ass like a fucking cannon. I know, I have 1st hand knowledge. He came by my job later that day saying the other mall aint got shit a real player would wear a bunch of fucking Geoffrey Bean shit. He and I began to discuss the previous night, then a cool girl from my store told me that the new girl can’t quit talking about me. She was friends with the manager’s little cum bucket and she said that Golden Girl will not shut up about the Breeze. I asked what was she saying, and it was the normal he is so cute and sexy bullshit. Then she said you know how old that girl is? I said nah, it never came up. She said that little girl is seventeen. My mouth open as wide as old girls did last night. I said WHAT…my girl said yeah she went to school with my little brother. She graduated a year early. I said you have to be 18 to work here and she said not if your mother or father fills out a form that gives you permission. Blue monkey bitch…what in the FUCK would this woman let her 17 year old daughter go out with a grown ass man that she doesn’t know. I called up Golden Girl and asked if this shit was true and she said with a lot of extra fucking words until I got sick of that shit and said BITCH HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU, I turn 18 in three months. I said I don’t give a mutha fuck are you trying to get me thrown in fucking jail. I slammed the phone down. Then I tried to get the picture of her ass shaking as she sucked the kid off on the edge of my bed out of my mind. (Yeah its still there today her ass was all jiggling and shit)
Later that night she called my phone over and over and I finally took the call. She said come outside please. THE BITCH WAS OUT THERE WITH BLUE MONKEY FUCKING CRAZY MOTHER OF HERS. She said I need to talk to you and I said the calmest thing that came to mind “BITCH ARE YOU CRAZY” in a very low tone because I was sure that her mother had a weapon of some sort. She said my mother doesn’t know she thinks that I left my credit card over here she is not going to leave until I come inside. I told her come on we went into the crib and she said that she is going to leave me alone but only if I cum in her mouth one last time……The youth what can I say, she said that she has never enjoyed giving head the way she did with me. Then I thought ……I bet some lucky ass high school football player was getting his socks knocked off by this bitch. I told her no that shit was against the law and she looked at me and said that if you didn’t want me to suck it why is it pointing at her. DAMN DICK OF MINE don’t ever change. She grabbed it and I mean in a matter of seconds she was slurping down all them kids I’ll never have to feed. She said thank you and walked out of the door. I am not sure but I know people pay for shit like that.
I never saw golden girl again and I did look for her actually all day on her birthday but I had deleted the number and there was no way in hell I was going to knock at her mother’s door. So that was that, until one day I was on campus and this dude asked me about her. I said yeah I knew who she was and he told me man she sucks the best dick in the world but be careful her momma is crazy………..
One day my manager told me “Breezy I need you to work at the ‘White’ mall in on the other side of town.” I thought cool it was closer to my apartment. And one day away from all this pussy dripping out of every fucking store could not hurt. I worked in the mall that was nearest the black neighborhoods in Jackson. My boy Skipp Coon will not even visit the “White” mall. Even though he doesn’t curse he still says “fuck that place man.” Jackson is a beautiful city but it is being ran by some of the stupidest fuckers that ever fell out of a nut sack. The person that is mayor right now is a son of a bitch. He is trying to do everything in his pussy ass power to put every playa that sells weed in Prison. I do have issues with the drug trade but when your fucking ends don’t meet and you can’t afford simple things like fucking cable and wireless internet you got to do what you got to fucking do. He does nothing to address the fact that if I wanted to go to the movies in the city limits of Jackson, MS that is not possible. Why there is no fucking movie theater in the FUCKING STATE CAPITAL. He concentrates on bullshit and I hope that one day he wakes up and sees that Jackson could be the best city in the nation if he invested in the people and stopped wasting time with bullshit ….I’m tripping this is about me fucking whores not my political views. Back to what you really want to know.
Okay, I get there and I see this beautiful ass new girl. I met her before when she was hired they sent her over to meet my manager. She is a lil thicker than I like but she is shaped like a golden girl from Alcorn (sorry if you aint from the south you have no idea what a fucking golden girl is shaped like, which lets me further know that my life is the shit. I have had cum sucked out of me by the finest golden girl in history….by the way she is about to get married I wonder if she would let me…never mind.) I’m at work and I really don’t think she is paying any attention to me at all. I say hello and go about my day of counting diamonds and trying to sell cloudy ass bullshit and convincing bitches that if your man got you this piece of fucking shined up bullshit he really loves you, and if he doesn’t FUCK HIM give me the pussy.
Its sales, so until they buy something tell them what ever you got to until they get their wallets out of their fucking pockets. Now at this store there was a younger manager he was in his early thirties. He was fucking the other chick that worked there. They LEFT for a ‘meeting’, so me and the golden girl are alone. She walked up to me and said the nicest thing I think I have ever heard. “Breezy I want to fuck you so bad……. I can do amazing things with my mouth.” As I have mentioned before sometimes I am told something and it kinda fucks me up so much that I can’t make a facial expression. I said okay and pulled her in the small office. I threw my hands down her panties and started sucking on her tits. She had on one of those sun dresses…..I love fucking sundresses they beg to be thrown over the back of a bitches head so you can pump all of the oil out of that pussy. Now I know that since there are only the two of us there, and both of us are in the back. Let’s just say this behavior may be frowned upon because nobody can buy shit if there is no one to sell them anything. So I asked what was she doing after she got off work. She said nothing what’s up. I got her phone number and told her that I would swing through and scoop her up.
The rest of the day I caught her staring at me as I talked to other chicks that walked by, this made her a little jealous like “didn’t this muthafucka just have his fingers in my pussy like 10 minutes ago” Yeah I did but that was ten minutes ago and I smoke weed so my memory is suspect. Right now you are on deck, and if you have already shown me that much interest I am sure you will be closed if not tonight someday very soon. I don’t work on this side of town so I got to get in all I can.
The manager and his dick sucker came back in looking like they got dressed in the fucking trunk of a car. They both smelled like used pussy and Vaseline. He asked “how was business?” I have to admit the flirting had jumped started old girl’s competitive juices; she filled out like double the applications needed for the night and got this married dude to buy a couple expensive watches. The manager was cool we sold enough shit to make the day worth wild. At the end of the night we took in all the jewelry and locked it in the safe. The manager’s favorite was having a little problem bending over bless her heart. I guess that Vaseline was not enough to lube that ass correctly. I hope she can shit but it should be fine that ass hole should be smooth both ways now. Golden Girl asked if I could give her a ride home I said yeah no problem. We jumped in the car and before I could get the seat belt on she was unzipping my pants. She said that I had to take her to her house because she lived with her mother. I said ok no problem, and I wanted to see if her mother was fine like her so fuck it.
We walked into her mother’s home and it was a normal spot you know pictures and shit a coffee table and the smell of reheated food coming from the kitchen. Her mother on the other hand was fucking blue ass monkey crazy. Golden Girl said that she and I were going to go to the movies. Her mother went outside and wrote down my fucking plate number. From there she asked for my driver’s license and wrote down not only my name and address but my fucking height and weight. I was about to ask her Bitch are you for real? Then all of a sudden Golden Girl walked in the room with an ice cream bar. She put the entire thing in her mouth and sucked it almost off the stick then she smiled at me. I asked blue monkey ass if she wanted my mother’s home number and my blood type because I was getting that bitch to the crib tonight.
We were on our way out of the door and I told her that her mother is a fucking lunatic. The bitch smiled and said that she knew and could not wait till she was able to move out. We went back to the crib and she took her shit off at the door. She had a nice body thick but no stomach and ass for weeks at a time. Her skin was light brown and it felt real smooth, she also had no stretch marks at all. I like to rub a woman all over their bodies they really respond to that. Most cats just pull out their man meat and say enjoy, but I like when a woman is ready to fuck so bad that they are dripping. Nothing is better than when a woman’s lips are fucking throbbing for you to put your dick inside her. ….sorry I got off topic what was I saying oh yeah.. I fucked her all the way up my stairs (we were inside at this point) and then we got to the room. She took off the rubber and sucked me till I came in her mouth. Then she went to the freezer, got some ice and started licking my nuts as she rubbed the ice around my dirty areas (he he they were not really dirty I just said that because I didn’t want not use nuts again) She licked around my ass but never inside; so don’t you go calling her an ass licker you have to earn that title. Before you can count too 3, I was hard as a forgetful muthafucka trying to get out of a lie. I grabbed some rubbers and turned her ass over and fucked her….well I mean very well. I like when my nuts slap against that underbelly LOL. With every bang her head went deeper into the covers. She was a squirter but I didn’t know this until I thought I was getting pissed on. And there she lay on the floor twitching and shit. And again I had that good feeling that only filling a rubber with that second nut brings. I told her we had to go before her crazy ass mother comes to my door. I would hate to call Tim to make her ass disappear. I took her home and she fell asleep in the car on the way. I dropped her off and went got something to eat at this other chic that stayed up the street from me.
The next day I was at the “Black” mall again and LA called me asking if I was gonna go to the spot tonight. He was in the other mall about to grab something to wear. I told him to go by the store and tell me about the new chick that worked there. The first thing out of his mouth was man this bitch got an ass like a fucking cannon. I know, I have 1st hand knowledge. He came by my job later that day saying the other mall aint got shit a real player would wear a bunch of fucking Geoffrey Bean shit. He and I began to discuss the previous night, then a cool girl from my store told me that the new girl can’t quit talking about me. She was friends with the manager’s little cum bucket and she said that Golden Girl will not shut up about the Breeze. I asked what was she saying, and it was the normal he is so cute and sexy bullshit. Then she said you know how old that girl is? I said nah, it never came up. She said that little girl is seventeen. My mouth open as wide as old girls did last night. I said WHAT…my girl said yeah she went to school with my little brother. She graduated a year early. I said you have to be 18 to work here and she said not if your mother or father fills out a form that gives you permission. Blue monkey bitch…what in the FUCK would this woman let her 17 year old daughter go out with a grown ass man that she doesn’t know. I called up Golden Girl and asked if this shit was true and she said with a lot of extra fucking words until I got sick of that shit and said BITCH HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU, I turn 18 in three months. I said I don’t give a mutha fuck are you trying to get me thrown in fucking jail. I slammed the phone down. Then I tried to get the picture of her ass shaking as she sucked the kid off on the edge of my bed out of my mind. (Yeah its still there today her ass was all jiggling and shit)
Later that night she called my phone over and over and I finally took the call. She said come outside please. THE BITCH WAS OUT THERE WITH BLUE MONKEY FUCKING CRAZY MOTHER OF HERS. She said I need to talk to you and I said the calmest thing that came to mind “BITCH ARE YOU CRAZY” in a very low tone because I was sure that her mother had a weapon of some sort. She said my mother doesn’t know she thinks that I left my credit card over here she is not going to leave until I come inside. I told her come on we went into the crib and she said that she is going to leave me alone but only if I cum in her mouth one last time……The youth what can I say, she said that she has never enjoyed giving head the way she did with me. Then I thought ……I bet some lucky ass high school football player was getting his socks knocked off by this bitch. I told her no that shit was against the law and she looked at me and said that if you didn’t want me to suck it why is it pointing at her. DAMN DICK OF MINE don’t ever change. She grabbed it and I mean in a matter of seconds she was slurping down all them kids I’ll never have to feed. She said thank you and walked out of the door. I am not sure but I know people pay for shit like that.
I never saw golden girl again and I did look for her actually all day on her birthday but I had deleted the number and there was no way in hell I was going to knock at her mother’s door. So that was that, until one day I was on campus and this dude asked me about her. I said yeah I knew who she was and he told me man she sucks the best dick in the world but be careful her momma is crazy………..
Monday, August 07, 2006
MarcWill part 2 the update
I have a great deal of respect for all those who work in the creative field. You see I am a writer but I do have a “regular slave” to pay my bills and shit. I know I am good the problem is the Muthafuckas that pay don’t know it yet. I am kidding my writing has been very good to me lately I am blessed but lets keep it moving. I was talking to MarcWill and he said that when I wrote the post Fuck MarcWill (read that shit) I only told one side of the story. I asked him what he meant. He said it seems like he has the “dream job” but if he doesn’t go out and hustle his ass off he doesn’t fucking eat end of story. He also said that he is doing very well but I didn’t talk about when he was sleeping on people’s couches and driving the Honda.(before the black German) He said that he gets a lot of work but at anytime that shit can dry up. He has no retirement plan, He pays for his own health insurance, if he misses a day of work then he misses more than what ever an hour he might have missed out on with a normal job he may have missed another grand or that one deal that will have him set for life.
Marc said that he normally does 13-15 hour days. People like you who don’t pay shit (YoungBreezy does get the he my padnah discount I hate me too:) that I am cool with are always calling me asking me shit like how I convert a fucking MP3 file. I want to cuss they asses out tell them why don’t you fucking read a book. But some people are sensitive and they can’t handle that type shit. So I just answer them and try to get back in a creative mind set. People don’t understand for the most part they go to work and they have schedules and processes on how to do everything their entire work day is laid out for them. My job is to create something new every fucking day. That shit is not easy man I do have the ability to get in my car and drive around but if I don’t have a project finished or worse the bitches I am fucking with gave me a fucking rubber check I can’t even burn that much gas. I live my life spending on what I need not what I want. I could have jumped the new whatever and put rims on it but rims don’t make me no fucking money man. (As I reread this it sounded like he was upset but this is a conversation between boys so don’t worry, no issues between Chiseled Ink and HomeGrown Productions)
I thought about what MW told me and I came up with a little test. I would record on my phone a different beat using my desk at work everyday for 2 weeks. I feel that I am a black man and I got soul and shit, so coming up with a beat can’t be nothing for a player ass mofo like me. I can do a hot one a day and shiiiiiit you never know, I may drop some shit and get a check out of it. I picked something like a beat because the hottest part of any song is the fucking beat and that is pretty easy to reproduce. If you can’t come up with a hot beat all that extra crickets and fire engines and women getting fucked in the background don’t mean shit. I took my phone voice recorder and once everyday I tried to create something new. I listened to them all back to back and of the 15 beats that I had made only 4 of them sounded completely different. You think that shit is easy you fucking try making something that is not on the radio all ready. Before you get started remember it is the fucking half way point of 2006 most of the great shit has been used. Yeah you are not just competing with the beat makers of today but of all fucking time. Trust me lil daddy boom boom bap has been done to death.
Think about that he has to create something that no one else has thought of and he has to do it on a consistently. And not only make shit he has to make that shit amazing or no one will want to buy it. Now making the design or beat as I am using it in this little rewrite of sorts is the easy part. He has to work within budgets and sometime he has to deal with people that want Japanese animation but only want to pay $500 for an entire site. So I will admit that Marc’s “job” is harder than mine but I am sure that I don’t have to worry about him trying to work where I work.
Last couple of weeks he has been locked in his crib learning about this new web design technology he is constantly schooling himself because he wants to be the fucking best. He has mastered one tier now he is working on the next phase. There is heaven and there is hell you have to learn how to make the best of your situation. Something that I am learning is that there is no such thing as ideal situation. You are always going to have bullshit to make things harder. But you have to be able to produce under those situations. That is the difference between those who have the drive to step out on their own and those who will always have to leave the club early because they gotta go to work tomorrow. Peace to MarcWill’s old man I heard him and his sister talking about his health I don’t know the entire story but anybody cool enough to raise the 3 intelligent people I know has to be more than just an ordinary man. (He may have some outside kids too but I can’t say if that’s the case)
OOOOHHHHHHHH also I wanted to say I have been meeting some of the people that are loyal to my site and they have all been some cool ass people. Thanks for the drinks and the smokes and the times I can’t talk about. Later
Breezy the Barbarian you better calm down before I come over there and whip you like a spider monkey…..
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
Marc said that he normally does 13-15 hour days. People like you who don’t pay shit (YoungBreezy does get the he my padnah discount I hate me too:) that I am cool with are always calling me asking me shit like how I convert a fucking MP3 file. I want to cuss they asses out tell them why don’t you fucking read a book. But some people are sensitive and they can’t handle that type shit. So I just answer them and try to get back in a creative mind set. People don’t understand for the most part they go to work and they have schedules and processes on how to do everything their entire work day is laid out for them. My job is to create something new every fucking day. That shit is not easy man I do have the ability to get in my car and drive around but if I don’t have a project finished or worse the bitches I am fucking with gave me a fucking rubber check I can’t even burn that much gas. I live my life spending on what I need not what I want. I could have jumped the new whatever and put rims on it but rims don’t make me no fucking money man. (As I reread this it sounded like he was upset but this is a conversation between boys so don’t worry, no issues between Chiseled Ink and HomeGrown Productions)
I thought about what MW told me and I came up with a little test. I would record on my phone a different beat using my desk at work everyday for 2 weeks. I feel that I am a black man and I got soul and shit, so coming up with a beat can’t be nothing for a player ass mofo like me. I can do a hot one a day and shiiiiiit you never know, I may drop some shit and get a check out of it. I picked something like a beat because the hottest part of any song is the fucking beat and that is pretty easy to reproduce. If you can’t come up with a hot beat all that extra crickets and fire engines and women getting fucked in the background don’t mean shit. I took my phone voice recorder and once everyday I tried to create something new. I listened to them all back to back and of the 15 beats that I had made only 4 of them sounded completely different. You think that shit is easy you fucking try making something that is not on the radio all ready. Before you get started remember it is the fucking half way point of 2006 most of the great shit has been used. Yeah you are not just competing with the beat makers of today but of all fucking time. Trust me lil daddy boom boom bap has been done to death.
Think about that he has to create something that no one else has thought of and he has to do it on a consistently. And not only make shit he has to make that shit amazing or no one will want to buy it. Now making the design or beat as I am using it in this little rewrite of sorts is the easy part. He has to work within budgets and sometime he has to deal with people that want Japanese animation but only want to pay $500 for an entire site. So I will admit that Marc’s “job” is harder than mine but I am sure that I don’t have to worry about him trying to work where I work.
Last couple of weeks he has been locked in his crib learning about this new web design technology he is constantly schooling himself because he wants to be the fucking best. He has mastered one tier now he is working on the next phase. There is heaven and there is hell you have to learn how to make the best of your situation. Something that I am learning is that there is no such thing as ideal situation. You are always going to have bullshit to make things harder. But you have to be able to produce under those situations. That is the difference between those who have the drive to step out on their own and those who will always have to leave the club early because they gotta go to work tomorrow. Peace to MarcWill’s old man I heard him and his sister talking about his health I don’t know the entire story but anybody cool enough to raise the 3 intelligent people I know has to be more than just an ordinary man. (He may have some outside kids too but I can’t say if that’s the case)
OOOOHHHHHHHH also I wanted to say I have been meeting some of the people that are loyal to my site and they have all been some cool ass people. Thanks for the drinks and the smokes and the times I can’t talk about. Later
Breezy the Barbarian you better calm down before I come over there and whip you like a spider monkey…..
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
Friday, July 28, 2006
tears
Yesterday, when I got off work I came home and made a few calls. My boy Tony just had a son. His name is Joshua that is pretty fresh name I still think he should have been a TonyJ4 but oh well. I had a stressful day so I tried to just relax on the couch. I made a few calls and thought about my job and how I feel I could be doing better. I was watching TV when I got a text message. CN my son’s mother sent me a text that said they were in an accident. I didn’t get past that part of the text, I was afraid to read past there. Crazy thing I was just thinking that I loved the Jetta commercials where the car gets into real accidents and no more than 5 mins before I got the text I saw one of those commercials. My favorite one is with the two dudes talking about how one of them always says ‘like’ every time he is explaining something. Sorry I get off topic from time to time.
I read the text and I called her back immediately, she was upset she says that a policeman ran into the back of her while she was stopped in traffic. She talked about how bad the back of her car was damaged and she could not close the back door. She also said how she was glad that Breezy Jr. (BJ) was not hurt. He said that his head was hurting and that he was scared. I talked to her for a while she said that BJ was okay but she was worried about him because he is so small. While I was talking to her he came into the room and took the phone from his mother while her father was talking to her. I asked him if he was okay and he said no. If you don’t have a child then you cant imagine what that sounds like to hear the most important person in your life the very reason you try to be about something tells you no he is not alright. He said that his head was hurting and he was scared. Then he said da da I love you and I want you to come home because I miss you. We talked a little bit more but at this point I am so choked up that I can hardly get words out of my mouth. Tears are falling down my face and my chest was burning so bad. His mother took the phone 1 second before I lost it totally. I talked to his mother again and she said that she is going to make him some food and if his head keeps hurting she is going to take him to the Dr.
I asked CN why she didn’t go from the accident she told me that when the ambulance arrived at the scene before the police did. She was afraid to leave because she was in an accident with a cop. She didn’t want to be at the mercy of what he was going to tell his coworkers. So the ambulance left while she was talking to the police giving an accident report. She talked about how thankful she was that she was not hit in the side because he rides next to the door. Our son would have been really hurt or worse. I told her that I can’t tell her what to do but I think that she needs to go to the Dr. She has had problems with her back in the past and if something develops down the line you should go now so that if there is anything new they can document it. She said she was going to think about it because she just got a promotion and she doesn’t want to look like she will be taking all these days off. You see if you go to the emergency room even before 10pm you are there easily pat 1oclock. I told her I understood as I said it my voice cracked because my son’s mom is afraid to take off a day of work because she was in a car wreck…..That to me is some bullshit that you have to black to even fucking understand.
When the phone conversation ended I dropped to the floor and cried. I cried for so long that I lost the ability to breath. I prayed to God to please watch and take care of my child and his mother. I thanked Jesus for his grace and not letting anything terrible happen to them but all I could do was cry. I remember that I said to God that I am nothing and I have nothing to offer you. But please don’t hurt my son. After I was able to collect myself I called my girl. I told her what happened and she (budding lawyer) told me that I should tell CN to go to the Dr’s office now. Just because of her back and the pain in BJ’s head. I called CN and told her to drive to the Dr’s office s she said she was afraid to do so because her car was dripping some sort of fluid and she didn’t know what it was. I got off the phone and called DP. I never really talk about DP on here because he is well….… the best dude I know. He is married and has three kids, he is saved and a man of God but he looks like Allen Iverson’s younger brother-no tats but you get the picture. I explained to him what happened and he heard everything that was going on with me and told me don’t worry about it he was on his way over there. He asked for CN’s number and he said he will keep me updated on everything that was going on. After a few mins I got off the phone with DP I had to collect my self again. I remember begging God to not let all the stuff I am trying to accomplish, to not let it be in vain because I am not mentally or emotionally strong enough to take it. I am doing all this for BJ so he can have a better life.
I called her back and she said that DP was on his way out there and she was going to let me know what is going on. That was about 10:30a.m. and she sent me another text at 1:55 saying that they were ok as far as the emergency room workers can see. She is going to monitor BJ for the next few days and drop her car off at the auto shop to get repairs started. I wish I new what I was suppose to do. It took me almost three years to come here and get on my feet. I have lost everything 3 times over and I don’t think I can go back and actually start over again. I am here for the opportunity to give my son a better life. There is no manual for this shit man, you make it up as you go and you hope that you are doing the best thing for your family and your God but you never really know. But right now for the 100th time I sit and ask myself am I doing the right thing? But all I can hear is my son saying daddy come home I miss you. Fuck, can someone help me? God please someone help me…………………
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
I read the text and I called her back immediately, she was upset she says that a policeman ran into the back of her while she was stopped in traffic. She talked about how bad the back of her car was damaged and she could not close the back door. She also said how she was glad that Breezy Jr. (BJ) was not hurt. He said that his head was hurting and that he was scared. I talked to her for a while she said that BJ was okay but she was worried about him because he is so small. While I was talking to her he came into the room and took the phone from his mother while her father was talking to her. I asked him if he was okay and he said no. If you don’t have a child then you cant imagine what that sounds like to hear the most important person in your life the very reason you try to be about something tells you no he is not alright. He said that his head was hurting and he was scared. Then he said da da I love you and I want you to come home because I miss you. We talked a little bit more but at this point I am so choked up that I can hardly get words out of my mouth. Tears are falling down my face and my chest was burning so bad. His mother took the phone 1 second before I lost it totally. I talked to his mother again and she said that she is going to make him some food and if his head keeps hurting she is going to take him to the Dr.
I asked CN why she didn’t go from the accident she told me that when the ambulance arrived at the scene before the police did. She was afraid to leave because she was in an accident with a cop. She didn’t want to be at the mercy of what he was going to tell his coworkers. So the ambulance left while she was talking to the police giving an accident report. She talked about how thankful she was that she was not hit in the side because he rides next to the door. Our son would have been really hurt or worse. I told her that I can’t tell her what to do but I think that she needs to go to the Dr. She has had problems with her back in the past and if something develops down the line you should go now so that if there is anything new they can document it. She said she was going to think about it because she just got a promotion and she doesn’t want to look like she will be taking all these days off. You see if you go to the emergency room even before 10pm you are there easily pat 1oclock. I told her I understood as I said it my voice cracked because my son’s mom is afraid to take off a day of work because she was in a car wreck…..That to me is some bullshit that you have to black to even fucking understand.
When the phone conversation ended I dropped to the floor and cried. I cried for so long that I lost the ability to breath. I prayed to God to please watch and take care of my child and his mother. I thanked Jesus for his grace and not letting anything terrible happen to them but all I could do was cry. I remember that I said to God that I am nothing and I have nothing to offer you. But please don’t hurt my son. After I was able to collect myself I called my girl. I told her what happened and she (budding lawyer) told me that I should tell CN to go to the Dr’s office now. Just because of her back and the pain in BJ’s head. I called CN and told her to drive to the Dr’s office s she said she was afraid to do so because her car was dripping some sort of fluid and she didn’t know what it was. I got off the phone and called DP. I never really talk about DP on here because he is well….… the best dude I know. He is married and has three kids, he is saved and a man of God but he looks like Allen Iverson’s younger brother-no tats but you get the picture. I explained to him what happened and he heard everything that was going on with me and told me don’t worry about it he was on his way over there. He asked for CN’s number and he said he will keep me updated on everything that was going on. After a few mins I got off the phone with DP I had to collect my self again. I remember begging God to not let all the stuff I am trying to accomplish, to not let it be in vain because I am not mentally or emotionally strong enough to take it. I am doing all this for BJ so he can have a better life.
I called her back and she said that DP was on his way out there and she was going to let me know what is going on. That was about 10:30a.m. and she sent me another text at 1:55 saying that they were ok as far as the emergency room workers can see. She is going to monitor BJ for the next few days and drop her car off at the auto shop to get repairs started. I wish I new what I was suppose to do. It took me almost three years to come here and get on my feet. I have lost everything 3 times over and I don’t think I can go back and actually start over again. I am here for the opportunity to give my son a better life. There is no manual for this shit man, you make it up as you go and you hope that you are doing the best thing for your family and your God but you never really know. But right now for the 100th time I sit and ask myself am I doing the right thing? But all I can hear is my son saying daddy come home I miss you. Fuck, can someone help me? God please someone help me…………………
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Interview with Mrs Breezy
I get more people asking about this muthafucka than anyone else…. my girlfriend Lefty….Well I am going to let her talk about me and you have to remember that this is a girl that loves me so her views are totally fucked up (just kidding) What she sees is a different part of me just like the rest of the word…I know women who are in love with serial rapist but anyway here is the Mrs Breezy interview I hope you hate it. And because my girl does not like dirty words and she doesn’t use them I am going to say FUCK so that you know that you are still reading Breezy Bitches…
Hello Ms. Breezy, before I get started you are looking very beautiful today. Now let’s just jump right in here, how did you and YoungBreezy meet?
I remember this pretty well. I was doing Christmas shopping and had on boots with wobbly heels and too many bags. According to “YoungBreezy”(-I hate calling him that-)I was looking fine also. We were both upstairs walking towards each other and I was in LaLa Land as usual, then I saw him. He was like superimposed on a blurry background. (I am being completely serious.) Those who know me know that when I am in the mall, I see nobody. All I see is stores, but I saw him, too. We passed each other and said nothing, but we both noticed each other. Then, due to my unyielding attractiveness and noticeable elegance, he turned around and walked to the escalator where I was going downstairs and psst-me. He made that sound like I was not a human being and normally I ignore mess like that, but I looked up and it was the golden child. Man, he was sexy and I was struggling with my bags. He asked me to wait and seeing that I needed to put the bags down anyway, I waited. So unorthodox for me, He came down the escalator, helped me with by bags and we talked as we walked around the mall. I remember one of my bags tore and he went in Brooks Brothers to get another and they told him no. Funny to me, but it pissed him off. After I had finished shopping I was ready to go so he walked me to the elevator in Lord & Taylor. When we were in there an old couple holding hands passed us. Foreshadowing? I left a message on his phonebecause back then he didn’t believe in cell phones – I fixed that. He claims to this day he couldn’t understand a word of that message, but he managed to call me back. Anyway, he called me that night and we have spoken every day since. Was it love at first sight?Honestly? I don’t know. Neither of us was looking for love, but there was something there when I saw him. I mean, EVERYTHING went blurry except for him. There has to be some reason for that.
What about him doesn’t he share with fans of his site?
He is a person that you can count on. I hate the site because he comes across as this heartless, woman chasing, irresponsible, child-man. If you were to meet him or know him like I do, you find that he is one of the most grounded, thoughtful, responsible, strong, and loving people you will ever meet.(That is if you don’t disrespect him because then he will act like a heartless, careless, reward-seeking individual, and deservedly so.) The recent stuff has been writing is more of the person I know.
Are there wedding bells in the air?
We have been talking about it for a while and I am just waiting for my ring now.
I hear you attended an Ivy League School Breezy loves the fact that he went to a HBCU (Historically Black College or University) how often do you guys make fun of each others schools?
No, home isnt any fun without a rivalry and this is ours. The cool thing is that in big scheme of things, neither school fairs to well athletically so it is more of a pride thing. I am proud of where I went and he is too and the difference in perspective on issues is something I feed off of. I love to talk to him about everything just to hear his take. We have very different backgrounds and it is just nice to learn more. And, yes my school is better. He is kind of an honorary student as much as he hung out there while I was in school. He has more friends there then I do!
Does his writing bother you?
I don’t think it is his writing, but more of his past. If I had met the guy of “back then” I would have told him some things about himself. I love the fact he has a craft that he loves and perfects and that no one can take from him. He calls it a “legal hustle”.
How do you feel about the attention he gets from women?
I have mixed emotions. I hate that females are throwing themselves at him via e-mail (The fact that females are throwing themselves at ANYONE via e-mail is somewhat disconcerting), but at the same time I completely understand the sexiness of his mind and his honesty. It is hard not to want him and I feelthat way every day. The difference is that I get him.
Do you worry about him cheating?
I trust him and fate. He is great at making sure I know that I am the only one he wants and I also know that if he wants to cheat, it will happen. I cannot control his actions, but I know he will do the right thing. He loves me and YoungBreezy (–I hate calling him that-) is loyal to those he knows are true any loyal to him.
I know he loves you, he says its simple when no one else in the world acted like they cared you acted like he was the most important person in the world. Do you want to get into some of the things the two of you went through?
Let’s just say YoungBreezy has had it rough for a couple of years and because I am his woman, I smooth it out the best I can. Relationships will not always be 50/50 and if you really want stuff to work, you have to be prepared to take on more than half at times. The reason I acted like he was the most important person in the world when all of the crap was going on is simply because to me he is. Nobody knows everything that we have gone through and that is why it has worked out. We keep our business to ourselves and work stuff out together.
Breezy says you make it easy to be with you because you are not needy. But he says you are addicted to getting on his nerves sometimes, is that him talking crazy or do you like the fact that you can get under his skin?
I am not needy, but I am bossy and pushy –I just got to a point where I can call myself bossy. I love the fact that I can get under his skin. When did he say that I am “addicted to getting on his nerves”? I do love to lay curled up next to him and he constantly complains as to why I like to lay in his armpit, buthe makes me feel safe so I like that. Who cares about his comfort?
Where would you like to see him go with his writing?
Wherever he wants to and I hope that I am with him all the way.
Does he ever write private things for you?
I look forward to those moments. Recently I had some bad news about my health and he wrote something that made me cry. It’s special when someone that close to you writes something for you because they can put your thoughts and feelings before you. It makes us even closer.
What is a talent that you wish he would use more often?
It is not anything in particular; I just wish he saw in himself what I see in him. I feel like he can do anything when he sets is mind and heart, I wish he felt the same way.
OK now for what everyone wants to know tell us about how he is in BED?
It is exciting, unexpected, REWARDING, different, passionate, unpredictable and long. So, what do you think? Make your call.
C’mon at least let is know on a scale of one to five how much of a freak is he?
Your scale is useless on this topic.
Has he ever done anything to you in the bed that made you say “what the hell?”
Every time.)
How often do you refer people to YoungBreez.com?
I don’t. I respect what he does, but I do not really like the articles about this “controversial activities”. This is his thing, and I stay away from the site and don't mention it to other people. I know his past made him who he is, as mine did, and I am thankful for everything in that sense, but it is reallyhard to read that for me. Some of the stuff on there... I just don't think that is the guy I know now. That guy I wouldn't bring into the lives of people I care for. The guy he is now, however, is referred to more often than he would like.
Okay what would you like to let the female and male YoungBreezy fans know?
YB has fans? Just kidding, seriously, he is my pride and joy. Respect him and you will get to see the side that I do.
It’s been wonderful talking to such a strong positive sister any words in closing?
I love "YoungBreezy" with everything. He is absolutely amazing. He is my blessing.
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
Hello Ms. Breezy, before I get started you are looking very beautiful today. Now let’s just jump right in here, how did you and YoungBreezy meet?
I remember this pretty well. I was doing Christmas shopping and had on boots with wobbly heels and too many bags. According to “YoungBreezy”(-I hate calling him that-)I was looking fine also. We were both upstairs walking towards each other and I was in LaLa Land as usual, then I saw him. He was like superimposed on a blurry background. (I am being completely serious.) Those who know me know that when I am in the mall, I see nobody. All I see is stores, but I saw him, too. We passed each other and said nothing, but we both noticed each other. Then, due to my unyielding attractiveness and noticeable elegance, he turned around and walked to the escalator where I was going downstairs and psst-me. He made that sound like I was not a human being and normally I ignore mess like that, but I looked up and it was the golden child. Man, he was sexy and I was struggling with my bags. He asked me to wait and seeing that I needed to put the bags down anyway, I waited. So unorthodox for me, He came down the escalator, helped me with by bags and we talked as we walked around the mall. I remember one of my bags tore and he went in Brooks Brothers to get another and they told him no. Funny to me, but it pissed him off. After I had finished shopping I was ready to go so he walked me to the elevator in Lord & Taylor. When we were in there an old couple holding hands passed us. Foreshadowing? I left a message on his phonebecause back then he didn’t believe in cell phones – I fixed that. He claims to this day he couldn’t understand a word of that message, but he managed to call me back. Anyway, he called me that night and we have spoken every day since. Was it love at first sight?Honestly? I don’t know. Neither of us was looking for love, but there was something there when I saw him. I mean, EVERYTHING went blurry except for him. There has to be some reason for that.
What about him doesn’t he share with fans of his site?
He is a person that you can count on. I hate the site because he comes across as this heartless, woman chasing, irresponsible, child-man. If you were to meet him or know him like I do, you find that he is one of the most grounded, thoughtful, responsible, strong, and loving people you will ever meet.(That is if you don’t disrespect him because then he will act like a heartless, careless, reward-seeking individual, and deservedly so.) The recent stuff has been writing is more of the person I know.
Are there wedding bells in the air?
We have been talking about it for a while and I am just waiting for my ring now.
I hear you attended an Ivy League School Breezy loves the fact that he went to a HBCU (Historically Black College or University) how often do you guys make fun of each others schools?
No, home isnt any fun without a rivalry and this is ours. The cool thing is that in big scheme of things, neither school fairs to well athletically so it is more of a pride thing. I am proud of where I went and he is too and the difference in perspective on issues is something I feed off of. I love to talk to him about everything just to hear his take. We have very different backgrounds and it is just nice to learn more. And, yes my school is better. He is kind of an honorary student as much as he hung out there while I was in school. He has more friends there then I do!
Does his writing bother you?
I don’t think it is his writing, but more of his past. If I had met the guy of “back then” I would have told him some things about himself. I love the fact he has a craft that he loves and perfects and that no one can take from him. He calls it a “legal hustle”.
How do you feel about the attention he gets from women?
I have mixed emotions. I hate that females are throwing themselves at him via e-mail (The fact that females are throwing themselves at ANYONE via e-mail is somewhat disconcerting), but at the same time I completely understand the sexiness of his mind and his honesty. It is hard not to want him and I feelthat way every day. The difference is that I get him.
Do you worry about him cheating?
I trust him and fate. He is great at making sure I know that I am the only one he wants and I also know that if he wants to cheat, it will happen. I cannot control his actions, but I know he will do the right thing. He loves me and YoungBreezy (–I hate calling him that-) is loyal to those he knows are true any loyal to him.
I know he loves you, he says its simple when no one else in the world acted like they cared you acted like he was the most important person in the world. Do you want to get into some of the things the two of you went through?
Let’s just say YoungBreezy has had it rough for a couple of years and because I am his woman, I smooth it out the best I can. Relationships will not always be 50/50 and if you really want stuff to work, you have to be prepared to take on more than half at times. The reason I acted like he was the most important person in the world when all of the crap was going on is simply because to me he is. Nobody knows everything that we have gone through and that is why it has worked out. We keep our business to ourselves and work stuff out together.
Breezy says you make it easy to be with you because you are not needy. But he says you are addicted to getting on his nerves sometimes, is that him talking crazy or do you like the fact that you can get under his skin?
I am not needy, but I am bossy and pushy –I just got to a point where I can call myself bossy. I love the fact that I can get under his skin. When did he say that I am “addicted to getting on his nerves”? I do love to lay curled up next to him and he constantly complains as to why I like to lay in his armpit, buthe makes me feel safe so I like that. Who cares about his comfort?
Where would you like to see him go with his writing?
Wherever he wants to and I hope that I am with him all the way.
Does he ever write private things for you?
I look forward to those moments. Recently I had some bad news about my health and he wrote something that made me cry. It’s special when someone that close to you writes something for you because they can put your thoughts and feelings before you. It makes us even closer.
What is a talent that you wish he would use more often?
It is not anything in particular; I just wish he saw in himself what I see in him. I feel like he can do anything when he sets is mind and heart, I wish he felt the same way.
OK now for what everyone wants to know tell us about how he is in BED?
It is exciting, unexpected, REWARDING, different, passionate, unpredictable and long. So, what do you think? Make your call.
C’mon at least let is know on a scale of one to five how much of a freak is he?
Your scale is useless on this topic.
Has he ever done anything to you in the bed that made you say “what the hell?”
Every time.)
How often do you refer people to YoungBreez.com?
I don’t. I respect what he does, but I do not really like the articles about this “controversial activities”. This is his thing, and I stay away from the site and don't mention it to other people. I know his past made him who he is, as mine did, and I am thankful for everything in that sense, but it is reallyhard to read that for me. Some of the stuff on there... I just don't think that is the guy I know now. That guy I wouldn't bring into the lives of people I care for. The guy he is now, however, is referred to more often than he would like.
Okay what would you like to let the female and male YoungBreezy fans know?
YB has fans? Just kidding, seriously, he is my pride and joy. Respect him and you will get to see the side that I do.
It’s been wonderful talking to such a strong positive sister any words in closing?
I love "YoungBreezy" with everything. He is absolutely amazing. He is my blessing.
©2006 YoungBreezy.com
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