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