I need to write, I need to sit my black narrow ass down and write...

It's getting cold again, and I don't know if that's what inspires me to want and feel like I need "her" again. But I miss "her" or possibly the idea of "her." It's just nice to have that confidant that Bonnie, someone who compliments as well as understands who you are without words being said. I miss that connection of speechless conversations, saying everything without an utter. I don't know when she'll return, patience a virtue - learned daily.

Furthermore, life is like a game of chess. An analogy that has been made before IM sure, but I am attempting to dissect this theory in my own terms. In chess certain opportunities present themselves, it is up to either player to recognize said opportune chances and capitalize on such experiences. However sometimes mistakes are made as well, opportunities are missed, wrong moves are made and within those moments the lessons begin. Sometimes you have to make great mistakes in order to learn how to win, in order to learn how to change, in order to learn how to see opportunity as it presents itself and better yet how to utilize that opportunity once the chance is given. I must say I have made some mistakes, sometimes I take chances and make the wrong moves and sometimes those lessons are hard knocks but I assume its the only way for me to learn myself and the way this game works. I can only hope and try in the future not to make the same mistake twice, for that is where character is built and tested in the midst of change.

With all that being it said, its damn near winter time. Which means its time to sit in and go to work, to make sure summer 07' will be the illest summer of them all. We have a few projects in the works - C.A.K.E. Recordings, ThinkWell, BIG Like Giants, Fre$h & Proper - all separate yet one.

Here's some pics of a C.A.K.E meeting as well as some good times in-between.











Breakfast with friends, Triple 5 Soul Offices (my boys Ducati sitting next to his desk), Meetings with the C.A.K.E family...It twas a good day.

As I sit here pondering my existince at 6am in the morning, and why I've been up since 4am sitting "reserve" (on call) at the Indianapolis International Airport. The only thing I can come up with is I can't wait for my free first class round trip ticket to Paris, or Amsterdam, or Tokoyo, or anywhere else on the other side of the pond for that mattter. Let me re-interate FREE FIRST CLASS, yes its important very important to me, enough so that I have stepped outside of the bounds of normalcy for myself and am now doing something I would've never thought of doing as an occupation. Henceforth since my employment I have been wondering if I am walking down - ahem - flying down the right path. It seems in these moments of depleted rest, my mind reaches some sort of disalusioned higher mental plane (no pun intended). I am often one to question the question, and even question the answer. Constantly wondering why, who, what when and where. Because to be utterly honest I miss Chicago - I miss my friends, I miss feeling what its like to come home at the end of the day and sit on the couch watching Sports Center and drinking an ice cold Red Stripe. I miss my mohawk, the freedom of rocking a mohawk, the way females dig the mohawk - ha. Enough is enough though. Missing "things" can only happen for so long. As is I am done with the discertation on this topic. First Class for free biiiitches! I'll let you know how that goes.

Furthermore on the topic of females. Ahh - Where do I begin...I love you, I hate you, I love you. Enough said. I can't wait to see you, wherever you are - I know you exist, until then. Cheers.


(Paris Opera House)

First Class...I can't wait.


Don't talk about it be about it. Some things in the works for Holiday 06'

Oh yeah and Chicago this is the take-over aka the movement. My people are everywhere, and ready to do the damn thing. Next thing you know - we running the city. I'll be home soon. Be easy, breathe easy.


Peace

I don't have time to speak, so let me just show you where I've been.