Real Talk

Truth is... the list of things that i posted that were "how to suck at blogging" was all about me.

I was always late to post blogs.
I was always making up my extra 5 the night before.
I made the cover of my journal look cool so i didn't look like a tourist.
On paper i am a tourist. But in my mind, I am a artist.
Every time i walked into the class room my creative juices started flowing and I was in a place that was unbearable to leave.
I love this creative writing class.
2:15 meant doom for me, for I had to go back to the real world.
  

I Remember (song Lyrics)

I Remember you like you remember me. Do you remember when we first met? I sure do it was sometime in early september. I remember that old tree burnt down, i took a picture i don't like to look at.  I remember she used to run track back in high school now she tricks off the track right by her school. I remember when my favorite rapper used to sing: "check check out my melody". I remember when my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys.   I remember when i was a young boy my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. I remember. Do you Remember how it was? I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trenchtown, and Georgie would make a fire lights, as it was love wood burnin through the night.