Guess who’s back in the mutha*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*in house…with some new pants and a watch fo’ yo mouth.
And yes that made little to no sense whatsoever and yes, it’s what I do.
What is it?
Me no know.
See, incoherence is what happens when you come back off of a vacation and are thrown back into work. Life can be a mean bitch sometimes.
I just spent the last 10 days in the place where it all makes sense and where I like to call home. Yes, the Killa was back down South, or Souf, depending on what region you’re from and whether or not speaking English correctly is important to you…or, whether or not you think that us black folks, or The Blacks, are inherently Ebonics speakers and would normally say Souf with the “f” on the end in West Africa, ya know, where we first jumped on the Lifetime Abroad Yacht, instead of the English nomenclatured “th” at the end of the word, similar to words such as mouth, north, tooth, teeth; potentially, you believe that Ebonics or African-American Vernacular English (AAVE) as some professors hypothesize is what us blacks are naturally inclined to speak.
*cough*bullshit*cough
Anywho…
…so Panama, the Most Muhf***in’, was back home in Atlanta…
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PSA: I’d like to apologize to any and everybody in Atlanta, Georgia, who would say that I know better than to come to Atlanta and not e’en call nobody. It was my family reunion. I gotz a big family. We kick it hard. Wudn’t eeen no free time fo’ reel. My apologies.
(back to the lecture at hand)
…and Hunstville, Alabama.
Being at home with my family and friends and loved ones and Butterfinger Blizzards from Dairy Queen and long ass road trips is just one of those things that I really appreciate. For instance, I live in DC. On a very busy ass street. In Alabama, my house is off of a busy street but by comparison, my parent’s home is in the sticks. Crickets are the symphonic orchestra of every evening.
I kind of like that last sentence.
Either way, I got to thinking about life and shit. Jobs and shit too. And you know what…I’m struggling. Show of hands here…how many people are in a job they really don’t want to be in???
*hands go up everywhere*
You too??
Man.
I know there are a lot of folks out there on a job they love and I applaud that. The worst feeling in the world is knowing you have all this ability, talent, whathaveyou, only to realize on every Monday, you have to wake up and march to the beat of somebody’s elses congas.
Totally unrelated notes:
1) I happened to dig up a copy of Kanye West’s new album Late Registration. Yes, I’m that dude. I get shit early like three weeks before yesterday. Anyway, something about this album just ain’t right. Now…granted, I don’t hate it, but ummm…I don’t know. I might put it up for y’all to sneak peak. Not for download, but for listening, just because I really don’t know how to call this album. Though it does have one of the most godawful shits of a song ever called “We Major” featuring Nas. Good got damn. I don’t know how many languages are spoken by the people of the world, but if everybody in the world lined up to say “THIS IS SOME SHIT” in their native tongue, twice, you still wouldn’t be able to sum up how bad that song is. Hell, Nas’ verse was about how he didn’t know what to write about cuz of the beat. As a whole though, its listenable (the album that is), but just not great. Maybe I just expect too much from Kan the Louis Vuitton Don, bought his mom a new purse now she’s Louis Vuitton Mom, but he isn’t getting any classic ratings with this shit and if he does, somebody’s fucking somebody…hard and often.
2) I’ll be damned if the movie Boat Trip wasn’t a funny summammabitch. I was totally not expecting that. I also saw Wedding Crashers and there were scenes in that movie that had me crying from laughing so hard. You should check those movies out (if you haven’t already). Chuuuuch!
Back to related story:
During the course of my vacation you have no idea how many times I wanted to just call my job and put in a two weeks notice, then take two weeks of sick leave. It really is a shame. I have a million, million-dollar-ideas, and yet here I am, on Monday…back at work…fuckin’ working. I often walk down the halls at my office and see people who look like they love what they’re doing and I think that’s great.
I’ll make sure to shout them all out when I’m on television one day.
If anything though, all that time for personal reflection and thought, and ice cream, since a certain somebody made me eat some damn ice cream nearly every day made me realize something. Did you know that like 85 percent of black people are lactose intolerant??
Luckily I’m not, I guess I got that from my mama…the white one. However, if I was…shit.
No pun intended.
That’s SO not what I realized.
What I realized was that I talk a lot about making money and doing all of this shit to become somebody. Well I’ll be damned if it isn’t time to up and do it. I really think I’m incapable of sitting behind a desk for 20-30 years doing some shit that I really don’t care about. I used to see people on the subway everyday looking damn near a vodka away from shooting up their job and always said to myself, “self, don’t be that guy.”
I know people say that money isn’t everything. And in some cases I agree…except that I’ve been damn broke for quite some time. Money is about all I need right now. I’ve got family, future family, friends, a good head on my shoulders, some shampoo to wash the head on my shoulders, and hat to put on the head that’s been shampoo’d on my shoulders. So I figure that I might as well make money doing what I love.
Which is??
Entertainment. I’m doing it all.
Hence, the job countdown.
Period.
It’s time to get rich bitch and be somebody. I’ve tried this broke thing out for a while. I think it’s time for a change. I’ve also tried this working for other people doing what they want me to do. Hmm…dat very boring.
I’ve been telling folks that by the end of 2006, I’m going to be a millionaire.
Well, dammit…it’s time to start building that cheddar.
Coming soon to a TV, Bookstore, Radio, or some shit near you…
Panama Jackson.
I’m finna be rich, beeeyotch.
It ain’t called Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises for nothing.
*By the way, this post really had shit to do with anything…I’m fully aware of this. However, I just decided to ramble on anyway…I’m Panama Jackson. If you got beef, go kill yourself.*
“…it does have one of the most godawful shits of a song ever called “We Major” featuring Nas…”
i’m sorry, man, but i gotta vehemently disagree with that statement. not to sound too ashanti-ish but i think that shit is bananas. in the past week i’ve actually made at least four phone calls and received just as many from people praising that song. different strokes i guess. i agree with everything else though…just the other day i was sitting around wishing for reparations because i’m tired of working for other people
Well first off let me start by saying, it’s about damn time you came back… then secondly I will add that I’m mad you pre-empted my damn temper tantrum that I was about to throw about you being right down here in the ATL and not shouting a chick out!!! Hmmph.
But what I really want to say is how close THIS post hit home for me RIGHT THIS MINUTE… because I came in to work this morning and was cursing at my desk like damn Muttley. Rassin’ Frassin’… I just HATE IT HERE!!! And I swear to you, I don’t do vodka much anymore, but I’m CLEARLY a Maker’s Mark and Coke away from going completely postal up in this piece.
You are sooo right about not wanting to be “that guy.” I keep chanting, “Law school next year,” to myself like a damn mantra. I can’t wait. Countdown to 2008. =)
“The worst feeling in the world is knowing you have all this ability, talent, whathaveyou, only to realize on every Monday, you have to wake up and march to the beat of somebody’s elses congas.”
Amen, Amen…Good luck, and for some reason I keep hearing Rob Reiner’s voice (think that’s his name) telling me to tell you, “You Can Do It!” LOL
xquizzyt1, yeah go ‘head and sit in law school for 3 yrs, so that you can, from what i hear, have anova job that you can’t wait to get out of! lol
I forgive you for not calling me while you were in town. Only because I wasnt here.
BUT ALSO ON VACATION thinking the SAME exact shit. That, and the BS my job is pulling now about my school- Ive had it. Ive got some things in the works and Ill be damned if Ill be at this place for another 6 months.
Lets get it!
You know, I really missed you. I would tell u this personally but this fucking time zone shit (nigga move to cali and bring yo peoples with you–thanks!) and my fucking job shit and my mutherfucking no internet/new apartment havin aint got time to catch you. sheesh. yeah so i missed you so much i came to your site knowin damn well you werent gonna be updatin since you was in the boonies all week. LOL.
I don’t like the new Kanyeezy neither. I don’t think he’s got any more singles left on that joint. Gold Digger and Diamonds are IT, son!
Yes, you need to hurry up and be rich so I can quit my job (yes, today was my first day and I wanna quit) and be your assistant and get paid. THANKS!!
Glad to see that an old favorite is back in one piece, and in full effect.
I’m also glad that you had the long-overdue epiphany…and that you didn’t say “Jack and Ginger away from shooting up their job,” because you’d be shouting me out, lol.
Our intelligence and talent are often taken for granted when we wait for others to recognize, and pay us for a fraction of our worth. Time to go get it.
Do the damn thang.
I don’t know how late I am, as I’m falling off from the internet thing like Nas circa 2000, but I am feeling the new design…it’s dope…and more importantly it’s VERY you!
Welcome back (dancing around like Ma$se with a bunch of kids skipping behind me)!
Boat Trip was the shit! The pseudo-intellectual in me was thoroughly irritated that it made me holler as much as it did. But I gotta give it to that ole coon Cuba…he’s a funny muthafucka. LOL
I got the Kanye album too and it leaves something to be desired. I been watching dude doing all these interviews n shit talking ’bout how hot his album is, I was really disappointed when I heard it.