They call me Panama…Panama “Mr. Oh So Sexxy” Jackson.

My daddy ain’t Joe, my mama ain’t Catherine.

Hi, my name is Panama. *hi Panama* And I’m a sexxy mofo. And an asshole. And a lover and a fighter. I’m a writer not a biter….for myself and others of course, except when I’m stealing other ninja’s lines from rap songs. I go up on the downstroke and I never give left hand dap…my left was meant for slappin’.

I’m the CEO, CFO, COO, OK, HNIC, HMFIC, OG, BN, MPP, OPP, and ATL of Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises (www.jacksongtickle.com), which really is a blog but I like to think of it as the key to the universe, which can also be found in Nirvana’s lyrics. It is there that I make it do what it do and be what it be. I speak my mind and you agree. If you disagree, I’ll slap the monkeyshine sh*t out of you then invite you out for tea and crumpets while we watch the Muppets Take Manhattan and listen to The Chi-Lites.

I’m also the Editor-In-Chief of a currently stalled like an Impala on Crenshaw e-zine called We The Voices. Coming soon to a hood/burb/planet near you.

Bottom line, I live in the hood, work for the “man”, used to drive a hooptie, and I fight crime, time permitting. And I will slap you like Halle did Eddie Murphy in Boomerang.

P.S. Starbucks was sent to take over the world. Thank you.