"The Itis"

Can't believe I was ever in love with. . .
Must've been dusted. . .
After all these years!
They haven't done you ANY justice. . .

As I begin, I know there's been somewhat of hiatus...

There have been alot of instances occurring, and for that I apologize. Minor joints like the re-execution of certain individuals; all the way to totaled cars and verbal wars. Whether minor or major, they are all emotionally draining. And when I'm emotionally siphoned, I am not the best person to write about such & such. Which is fine, it's all fine.

As a backdrop... it seems certain individuals are using their wordplay to get attention. Amazed me at first, but then I realized those individuals have a history of doing so. They're dead & gone. Women fall prey to this and act naive. They are demolished. Some of my circle has gotten rowdy. I've had to check them. Some of my past affairs have resurfaced to do nothing but mere emotional damage. They have been excommunicated. And finally, family has doubted me (that is not new). They are easily ignored.

There are plenty other instances, but I shall spare you. This is a day for gratitude. And as this day winds down, the majority of the acquaintances have relinquished their duties to their families and traveled back to (NYC, FL, LAX, & CHI) pay tribute. This is undoubtedly overdue. Though there is a sense of loss of not having anyone to chill with over this LONG break, it is ultimately understandable.

So to Mike, Drake, Dungie, Ivan, Andre, Dulan, Derek, M. Ac!, Ryan, Tony, D'Andre, Moses, Thomas, Julius, Ant, Brian, Jeff, Will, Brandon, Sean, and a FEW others; thank you. Not only have you held these sacred positions in my mind as friends for the LONGEST time, but you've helped me through some shit. Likewise I with you, but still... it is much appreciated. Much laughter, war, and peace in the future for us all. May our only pain be champagne, and in Dulan's case be it vodka.

All of you women... thanks for the attention you used to give me. There were times with each and every one of you in which your individuality shined. And there were also times in which you each taught me a different lesson about a woman's mental. Either way, there is always love there for that. There are times I wish I could rewind time and employ what I now know to make things better, but those are only wishes. Genies aren't ficticious, just the expectations and hopes for what could've been. Cheers to you.

And lastly; the reflection eternal. There have been many a time in which I've walked outside under the twilight, looked up at the stars, and wondered. Just being random with my thoughts, they helped to clear many of the clouds. With my addictions in hand, and nothing else on my mind but tangled thoughts... it's been a long road in retrospect. From lost daughters to near death experiences. From relocations across the globe, to reformations of old friendships. From grudges being held for decades, to coming to forgive but NEVER forget. I've grown. And when I look at myself in the mirror, I'm complacent. Proud? No, not yet. Give it two more years and I'll be close. All I have to say now is to come winter, and hope the next endeavor falls in love easily with a half-italiano nigga.

Whew.

Otherwise, that'll be that. With work tomorrow, the crew for the most part in NYC with family and relaxing over at Jeff's pad, I'll be taking my leave from blogspot until a little later on. School work is precedent, and needs to be accomplished so I make sure everything is set in stone for EVERYTHING to progress on time. In a drowsy state, I must retire for the night at the very least.

With your throat parched, and your glass stagnant... a toast. Here's to another year of survival! With many more to come in good time.

-raises glass

What am I thankful for ?
My EXPERIENCES.

Let that marinate.