My 2 Cents and A Biscuit

Every Thanksgiving my family and I sit around the dinner table and tell each other what we are thankful for. I always use that moment to reflect upon what I’m thankful for daily, not just on Thanksgiving Day. I’m thankful for every day I wake up with breath in my lungs; for being able to see, the ability to talk and walk, and for the many other normal functions that I often take for granted. Although we bump heads from time to time, I’m so thankful for my friends and family because I know I wouldn’t be where I am now without their love and support. I’m thankful for the many people (good and bad) who I have crossed paths with; their presence has left an imprint on my life in some way. I’m thankful that even though I’m not quite where I want to be in life, I can look back and say I’m not where I used to be. I’m thankful for the trials and tribulations, the highs and lows, and the setbacks and the come-ups that I’ve experienced and will continue to face along my journey thro

It has been a while since I’ve gotten excited about a hip hop artist. With many musicians today taking the mainstream route by substituting real lyrical content for gimmicks and trends, it was refreshing when I came across Justin Scott. If that name doesn’t ring a bell, you might be more familiar with his industry name, “Big Krit.” Krit is an acronym for King Remembered In Time , a name that I feel suites him perfectly.     It was around the end of 2010 when I kept hearing a constant buzz surrounding Krit. I had to see for myself what all the hype was about, so I jumped on the net and started to do my research on this guy. I listened to a few of his songs, but one in particular that caught my attention was “ The Vent. ”   Below are my favorite lines from the song: Trade my materials for a peace of mind I’m so close to heaven, hell I just need some time Who cares about life and the highs and lows Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes, cars and clothes

*Be sure to read 12 play part 1 before proceeding with part 2*   I got up, turned around, and to my surprise there were two heads staring back at me.   He was butt ass naked! When I say naked, I mean literally “buckey naked”! I was a bit startled.   How in the hell did he manage to slip off his clothes without me knowing. It was like the man was a magician because his clothes vanished into thin air. He seemed surprised at my response and irritated.             “ Look baby, what’s the problem ?” “ We’re both into it so let’s just finish what we started. You can’t tell me you weren’t into it!” He started to walk back towards me while I was still sitting on the bed.             “ Look, you and your friend (I pointed down to the center of his waist) need to stay against that wall.”   By this time he was becoming agitated….. “ Baby, we’re both grown and we know what we want … I’m not going to judge you or look at you like a hoe…… you’re just a grown woman that knows wha

*This story is based on an actual event. Special thanks to the trifling young man who inspired the story.* As I was heading back to my car to get the remainder of my groceries, I noticed a small note on the windshield. I hesitantly opened the note and read the tiny words written inside of it:            “ Hi, I think you’re cute, and I would like to get better acquainted with you if  that's possible..... call me...." -Diego Enclosed in the note was a business card with his number written on it. Diego was one of my neighbors who lived in the same building; his apartment was just below mine.   Thoughts quickly fluttered my mind, as I began to go into deep contemplation of even calling this guy. I wasn’t the least bit excited about getting to know him because I had reached the plateau on meeting new people and dating . As much as I was tired of the single life, I was just as tired of forming relationships that were not going anywhere.   I decided to play detec