The Shinestar Experiment. Part One

a bay bay

sup ya'll

thanks to all of you who read the last installment "Retirement at 30? Dude..." of my loquacious life

and a second shout-out to all of you who do continue to associate me with your friends, co-workers, dreams, toilet paper, etc.

i was leaving walmart this morning for the homestead

when i saw my mommy waving me on

 - if this ain't some momma's boy stuff, then i don't know what is -

and it hit me:

boy, some other people are counting on you to shine, so you better make it happen!

at this point, i don't know what or how in the world this will happen,

but i have (as usual) a unique idea.

it is called the shinestar experiment:  all i want you to do is encourage somebody to succeed any way you know how

this does not require funding nor a long litigious statement indicative of how the shine shall occur

nor my new personal disclaimer "within reason"

just do it

it may be writing, the art of storytelling/carwashing/rapping/compliment donation/teaching/whatever

you'll thank me later

t-shirts forthcoming for free.99

let's convert dreams into reality

and support one another

with my black fist in the air

and white buddies giving each other pound (the fist bump)

and team getting stronger by the moment

we matter, so let's make this thing happen!

God bless

love peace and daddy wave cap grease from the dax can

put this on fialac boards all over the nation

i'm out

shinestar

Not So Great Expectations (more controversy at a later time)

hey hey hey

whut it dew

it's ya folk

updating ya'll on life in the country and my 'Great Expectations'

grades are due monday and i have finished ten minutes ago

because i have to suffer at the friggin' dentist's office tomorrow afternoon at 2:45

and i don't really want to drive over here on friday morning to be a beholder of red devil nation.

true, i am getting older (and hopefully wiser);

all it took was a few nights of spazzing out in the local walmart

 - save money, live better -

my foot; i need to replace some of these mindless peons with initiative-driven adults

who are not drove

i sometimes miss some of my earlier experiences;

captain kenny's, mcgurk's, club brothers, and simply palling around in a raggedy-a** mercury topaz

through conway and arkadelphia and pretty much anywhere the a phi went.

my eternally wavering 'Great Expectations' of life flipflop more than john kerry four years ago....

hopefully barack obama is the change we all can count on.

did you know that sarah palin's first grandchild will be half-black?

and they say the south will rise again...

someone should backhand bill o'reilly and rush limbaugh and sean hannnity and the other racist a**wipes with ike turner's cold, dead

hand.

eat the cake.

as usual, i have lost my way

time to resume saving the world one kid at a time for the next twenty minutes or so

til then

holla at ya man

love peace and daddy wave cap grease

The Eventual Maturation

hey hey hey

what's goin' on?

what, no 'whut it dew'?

same ol' me, just can't sleep (that's all)

it has been awhile since i sat down to spread dry humor without the wet t-shirt

i suppose that caking it on like tartar sauce on a fish sandwich from a certain fast-food establishment would do the trick

here goes...

over the past year or so a lot of things have happened, mostly for the better:
no car payments, better credit, finding lucky jeans that fit- and a real vacation

yet along the way some things have become extremely disgusting to me

sagging, rude customer service, tattoos (if ya have 'em, more power to ya; tats don't do it for me)

as a result, i acknowledge that at 31, i have finally grown up.

no more big-faced rims and boomin' systems;

mohawks and patron shots, gone the way of the dodo bird.

my youthful aspirations of platinum grills and multiple pairs of air jordans, traded for 401k and mortgage payments

ever the serial womanizer settles down

tiger might try again someday

jay-z once said 30 is the new 20:

naw, bruh, it's the same ol' 30

ya gotta grow up eventually -

just embrace/accept it, as that makes all the difference.

til next time

be cool and try to stay out of the arkansas heat unless you're tanning

keep saving money at walmart

and all that other superfluous jazz.

i'm out.

The End of Moonlighting (Where's The Moonshine?)

Preface:  I am not depressed nor anything near suicidal. However, if you are hypersensitive to profane language, I do apologize. Enjoy another round of satiric humor.
-a.ced.a

hey hey hey

hola mami, papi, y los persones todo el mundo

the people have spoken

i need a better job, but where?

a brother can't get anywhere working at this damn walmart stocking dog food all night

and as i ask myself the same question that so many of you present to me:

why are you still @ walmart?

Lord knows, but i don't.

hopefully someone will offer me something very soon that pays better than this bullcrap of a gig

they say the recession is still lingering, but it never truly released me from its evil grasp

hold me down, as you might, but i'm gonna bust these chains

i'm tired, fed-up, and if you would pay me my money today, then i'll never come back to that prison again

kinda have that coach richardson feeling again

am i an angry black man? i've been called a whole lot worse, meaning that i'm not entirely giddy about the graveyard shift

and my education is being wasted by shoving funky-ass tuna flavored special kitty canned cat food upon raggedy, bent shelves

i'm not happy in the least bit

HOWEVER...

it does pay the bills.

what is my plan?

selling dope out the santa fe? hell naw, love my Punkin, truck and freedom too much

plus i ain't that stupid

send massive resumes to everybody and their mama?

been doing that, hasn't helped yet.

then what?

i'm burned-out, y'all

help me before i drink myself to death from all the boredom and ensuing depression

pbr (pabst blue ribbon) and sleeping pills are what i have remaining in the closet

plies once said the saddest man in the world is a nigga who can't provide

i didn't say won't,  just can't despite all the hustling and grinding of sixteen-hour workdays

does that explain why i work so much?

pray that i get my ish together and for a better life

this may be it for awhile;

therefore, three years of moonlighting has got to come to a blessed ending in the way God sees fit

otherwise, it's a lifetime of peanut butter crackers and water

and that would truly suck.

lemme out this mofo once and for all so i can get more fetty and weekends off

my feet hurt, i need to keep grading homework and monitior undrea and the rest of group a @ star academy...

gotta run, just not to the moonshine man up on the hill

will holla

be cool

God bless

love, peace, wave cap grease, and soouuullll!!!!!

Learning On The Fly, Not With My Fly

Dislcaimer:  I do tend to add one of these to everything I write in case I ever slow down to pen my satirical and somewhat autobiographical poetry collection. There is some strong language; if you are easily offended, you may delete this post. Otherwise, enjoy some dry humor not unlike a Texas summer. -a.ced.a

hey hey hey

whut it dew

i know i haven't posted anything in a pretty long time (for me)

but a lot has happened since the last time i dropped lines like pledges that quit alpha phi alpha

por ejemplo (for example, for those whose spanish is still limited to the taco bell menu board)

i got married to my best friend chastity.

she's seen me at my best, and unfortunately, at my drunken, sarcastic worst and she loves me no matter what.

y'all betta stand up, shout, say hallelujah or something!

i'm kinda not working - i'm lying, just not the way i used to

one hundred percent grind isn't really a good way to live though it would be cool to have more money than time

only that my wife would never see me.

hence, i'm trying to be a more family oriented, grownup version of myself.

what else?

i discovered that saline county does have a black barber, only that he is white.

from what i've seen, wendell can cut...but graduating from new tyler, he better be able to work miracles with lines, fades, tapers, etc all that stuff i'm too out of touch to understand all those styles

just keep my beard wide and thick, just like the late great gerald levert.

satire is a lot of who i've always been, but i'discovered twitter about three months ago.

funny how quickly i can drop nuggets of candor in one hundred forty characters or fewer.

wait, text messages are one sixty, so why lop off twenty?

and now, the moment we've all been waiting for:

well, ain't no moment.

life is a series of those smaller moments, and as God allows me to stay on this side of life, i'll keep learning

once i stop, i might as well go find me a hole to dig up and die in there.

married life is living and learning on the fly, not so much with my fly *gasp*

i'ma put it like this:

i can't piss on everything or fuck it all because if i pissed on everything, i'd have nowhere to sit or walk,

and obviously fuckin' ain't what it used to be,

it's better.

til then

support your local blue collar workforce and public service employees as we are the backbone of this great nation

change is a comin' in more places than the ashtray or our pockets

love peace and wave cap grease from daddy red dax can

and in the words of the great philosopher sir mixalot

baby's got back.

Merry Christmas

Too full for words. I hope you've enjoyed the day as much as I have. Before I head off to naptime,  I want to reiterate that Jesus is the reason for the season.

God bless, I'm out.

merry christmas (keep the bleeping receipt)

christmas is here, but did we keep the Christ?

hopefully though i think some of you only kept your receipt

of samsung galaxy gear smartwatches, air jordans, and of course, xbox one gaming systems.

if this is what our holiday has become then i want no part of it

because i need Christ in mine - and everyday for the rest of

my life.

the receipt will only last a few days - or until the item is either used or returned to kohls or lacoste or

wherever.

who am i to critique when i want that big green egg from congo fireplace & patio and

twenty-two inch rims (and new window tint) for my thirteen-year-old escape xlt and the outdoor kitchen of

my dreams?

i am a retail whore...and workaholic, as you already know, but i need a moment to remember what it was

like back in those days

without the twenty-four hour wal-mart and walgreens

when dad and mom only gave us what we absolutely needed and booted us off the

nintendo to go to church and say our speeches and then go see granddaddy and grandma.

oh what simpler times.

am i appreciative of it all? you better believe i'm grateful for my blue collar, git-er-done roots!

somewhere i got lost along the way and forgot that christmas is more than the bleeping receipt -

y'all can keep that.

have a merry christmas and remember to keep Christ in your holiday!