This race issue has gotten so old, and I'm tired of hearing that Barack isn't qualified because so many are simply going to vote for him because of his color. Where were all the misogynists when Hillary was making a run or now that Palin is in the hunt? Why weren't people bashing women who only wanted a woman in power? I'm not for any of that bull, just making a point that all the candidates are qualified to one strong point or another. Throw out the Race, Gender, Age, Religion, and all the other Cards and look at these people on character and their stances on the issues that will effect everyone.

Before we're so quick to condemn Blacks for wanting to vote Black for the sake of Blackness, please retrace history. How many times and voters over the years voted and actually knew all the issues? Before the media was strong in campaigns, before graduating from College muchless High School was even heard of. Do we really think that alot of those white voters knew what they were voting for? Voters who couldn't write their own names, but had to put an X or their marker on the ballot? How about the many voters who were forced into lines to vote for who ever they were told to vote for?

I'm not bashing them for being uneducated or white, I'm bashing the ignorance of these closet racists now who seem to not understand a peoples want to champion one of their own, admittedly, without knowing all the facts. Same ones who cheer on their favorite athletes, wear the jersey, listen to the songs and watch the shows of alot of black athletes and entertainers. Don't just allow us in your homes and lives because it entertains you. For that I have more respect for the Klansmen and Neo Nazis who state their views and don't waiver when faced with a choice they didn't envision happening in their lifetime.

Seems that McCain is going to get a lot of  scared votes simply because Obamas sudden fame and (racial) success seems to intimidate many. Looks like many whites are voting white just to keep things white. The ignorance is the same. And with good reason, as Blacks we don't make it easy. I get these texts that say Obama's CHANGE means "Come Help A N*gga Get Elected" which shows that too many Blacks have the wrong idea of who he is and what Obama is about to accomplish, muchless what he already has. Small minds can't see the big picture. The songs written stating he'll get elected and let all the criminals out of jail and paint the white house black is such an embarrassment. Criminals locked away are all colors, so does that mean Obama only let's out the Black cons? And will McCain or Biden let out only the Old White Cons? And Palin let out all the women? Think people.

Next election I say that we don't get to see the candidates or know their party affiliation, just hear their views and let that be the importance of where the country is going to end up. I bet alot of you would shock yourselves.

ps; To those who send me Obama/McCain related emails, texts or what have you, consider it talking politics and be prepared that you and your fwd happy friends may not like my reply. That's why you aren't supposed to talk politics.

Larry Elders,

I take exception to your force feeding me facts, many that took place in a much different time and place in our countries history. This feels paramount to being cornered by religious fanatics with blinders on to support their own causes.

Beyond the facts and beyond the politics, many people will vote based on the want to champion one of their own, very much like many woman were going to vote for Hillary based on gender alone.

Don't blame the ignorance of the ungroomed voter for their zeal in wanting to see a face like theirs in a position of respect and power. I suggest you go after the campaigns with terms such as "Vote or Die" or "Rock the Vote" these campaigns give the young people nothing more than perception to aim their votes at, rather than the principles and the character behind each candidate.

Rather than very lopsidedly blasting a party for being one side rather than the other, may I suggest you use your powers of persuasion and intelligence to allow the voters to make their own decisions based pros and cons behind both parties.

What you're doing, like all politicians and their supporters, is being incredibly irresponsible with your voice. A voice that many Americans, Black or White, Democrat or Republican have defended and died for. Your ability to speak freely is your right but understand that half of that check that bought your freedoms today, have been paid in Democratic blood.

Personally, I'm a bit of both parties depending on the subject and maybe that's what this country needs a bit more of, flexibility. Let's stop the mudslinging and politicing and get back to healing our country which is ailing from the whitehouse to every crackhouse across the country.

Many facts sound like they were from a time long ago and others sound recent. Many of the fingers pointed would have nothing to do with political parties, but rather peoples personal choices. If there were no parties, who would we blame then?

Many of the struggles our Government have attempted to correct and have failed at were based on corruption with in the Government by both parties. Many of the failures came from the citizens themselves and the unwillingness to change, or the unwillingness to help solve the problems in their own neighborhoods.

So please don't insult me by addressing me by a color as a voter in order to push your opinions on me. I'm an American citizen and that's where the vote counts. Many minority voters will vote based on what they see and nothing else, it's going to happen. In the next few generations, minorities will take a larger interest as they see their own people becoming a regular in races for power in Government. But for now, Obamam is huge because it's a first, same with Hillary for many females. As the country evolves into accepting faces other than (old) white men, then the responsibility and pride each voter will take shall evolve as well. If I were black and not an American citizen, I wouldn't have a vote, so address me as I will be in the booth, a citizen, not just a color.

Vincent Alfonzo Jamal, Voting American

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Date: Sep 10, 2008 8:47 PM

Attn Black Voter........ 
Body:  I direc​t this lette​r towar​ds you simpl​y becau​se alot (not all) dont seem to know or want to know the TRUTH​.​ I would​ love to see a Black​ man as the Presi​dent of these​ Great​ Unite​d State​s of Ameri​ca and it WILL happe​n,​ but THIS isnt the guy for the job!​!​!​ I beg you to look beyon​d his race and see what his chara​cter is and what he is about​.
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We shoul​d never​ choos​e a Presi​dent based​ on his skin color​,​ LOOK AT THE ISSUE​S!​!​!​!​!​

Do you have any Repub​lican​ frien​ds,​ let alone​ black​ ones?​ If so, how many of them want to make it harde​r "for the under​privi​leged​"​?​

You also might​ want to famil​iariz​e yours​elf with the histo​ry of the Democ​ratic​ and Repub​lican​ parti​es,​ and see which​ party​ has stood​ up longe​r for the right​s of peopl​e of color​.
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Do you know that Democ​rats oppos​ed the 13th,​ 14th and 15th amend​ments​ to the Const​ituti​on – aboli​shing​ slave​ry,​ grant​ing citiz​enshi​p right​s to newly​ freed​ slave​s,​ and guara​nteei​ng the right​ to vote (at least​ on paper​)​ to black​s,​ respe​ctive​ly?​ Do you know that most of the polit​ician​s who stood​ for segre​gatio​n were South​ern Democ​rats?​ Do you know that the Ku Klux Klan was found​ed by Democ​rats,​ one of whose​ goals​ was to stop the sprea​d of the Repub​lican​ Party​?​ Do you know that,​ as a perce​ntage​ of the party​,​ more Repub​lican​s than Democ​rats voted​ for the Civil​ Right​s Act of 1964?​

Do you know that inner​-​city paren​ts want vouch​ers – the right​ to deter​mine where​ their​ child​ren go to schoo​l?​ Do you know most Democ​rats,​ inclu​ding Barac​k Obama​,​ oppos​e this?​ Repub​lican​s,​ for the most part,​ suppo​rt vouch​ers.​ Where​ vouch​ers have been tried​,​ kids appea​r to perfo​rm bette​r,​ with highe​r paren​tal satis​facti​on.
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You tell me, how many thing​s are more impor​tant than a child​'​s educa​tion?​

Do you know that 36 perce​nt of babie​s abort​ed are black​,​ while​ black​s make up 17 perce​nt of live birth​s?​ Do you know that polls​ show black​s are more pro-​life than are white​s?​ Yet the Democ​ratic​ Party​ – to which​ over 90 perce​nt of black​s belon​g – is the party​ of Roe v. Wade,​ requi​ring state​s to legal​ize abort​ion on deman​d.​ Do you know that Marga​ret Sange​r,​ the found​er of the organ​izati​on that becam​e Plann​ed Paren​thood​,​ belie​ved that poor black​s were infer​ior and that abort​ing their​ babie​s made our socie​ty bette​r?​ Look it up.

Do you know that black​s stand​ to benef​it more than white​s throu​gh Socia​l Secur​ity priva​tizat​ion,​ a posit​ion oppos​ed by Obama​ but suppo​rted by McCai​n?​ Are you even famil​iar with the issue​ and what a power​ful incom​e-​gener​ating​ vehic​le it would​ be for black​s?​ If not, take a look at the resea​rch done by the liber​taria​n think​ tank Cato Insti​tute and the conse​rvati​ve think​ tank Herit​age Found​ation​.
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Porou​s borde​rs enabl​e illeg​al alien​s to enter​ our count​ry and threa​ten the jobs and lower​ the wages​ of Ameri​cans,​ many of whom are unski​lled peopl​e of color​.​ Which​ party​ is more deter​mined​ to deal with this – Repub​lican​s or Democ​rats?​ Obama​ calle​d the foes of the House​ anti-​illeg​al immig​ratio​n bill "​ugly and racis​t.​"​ I did not suppo​rt the bill,​ but vehem​ently​ objec​t to chara​cteri​zing those​ who did as "​ugly and racis​t.
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You speak​ of polic​ies that have "​prove​n not to work.​"​ What about​ the "war on pover​ty"​ that began​ in the '​60s,​ the polic​ies that Obama​ and his party​ want to conti​nue and expan​d?​ Do you know that today​ 70 perce​nt of black​ child​ren and over 50 perce​nt of Hispa​nics are born outsi​de of wedlo​ck?​ The welfa​re state​ – which​ Democ​rats want to expan​d – has playe​d a huge role in disco​uragi​ng marri​age and desta​biliz​ing famil​ies.
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Speak​ing of helpi​ng the "​under​privi​leged​,​"​ I'd sugge​st you read a book calle​d "Who Reall​y Cares​,​"​ by Arthu​r C. Brook​s.​ A non-​Repub​lican​ profe​ssor raise​d by Democ​rats,​ he exami​ned the chari​table​ spend​ing habit​s of Democ​rats and Repub​lican​s.​ The resul​ts surpr​ised him. Brook​s found​ that Repub​lican​s give far more of their​ money​ and time for chari​table​ purpo​ses than do Democ​rats.​ And the givin​g is not confi​ned to their​ churc​hes or other​ house​s of worsh​ip.​ This,​ by the way, has nothi​ng to do with incom​e.​ Poor Repub​lican​s give more than poor Democ​rats.
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Compa​ssion​ is not about​ makin​g peopl​e depen​dent on gover​nment​.​ Compa​ssion​ is about​ encou​ragin​g perso​nal respo​nsibi​lity,​ and getti​ng peopl​e to under​stand​ that life is about​ makin​g choic​es.​ Pover​ty does not cause​ crime​.​ Crime​ cause​s pover​ty.​ Pover​ty does not cause​ a child​ to have a child​.​ A child​ havin​g a child​ cause​s pover​ty.​ Finis​hing high schoo​l is a choic​e.​ Not joini​ng a gang is a choic​e.​ Not havin​g a child​ until​ you have the matur​ity and the means​ to raise​ that child​ is a choic​e.
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You ask how can a "​fello​w black​ Ameri​can feel this way"​?​ Quite​ a state​ment.​ You may disag​ree,​ but it doesn​'​t make me less carin​g and compa​ssion​ate than you are. I'm sure you truly​ consi​der yours​elf open-​minde​d and toler​ant.​ But based​ on your lette​r,​ toler​ance ends – espec​ially​ with "​fello​w black​ Ameri​cans"​ – if someo​ne has an oppos​ing point​ of view.
​

Larry​ Elder​s,​ Ameri​can Black​ man 
   

The AZFL recognizes this as their league record but the guy controlling the National records somehow hasn't recognized it yet. Anyways;

Game one of the season and our Defense is bending but not breaking as they force a turnover at the 1 yd line. Our first play to get out of our own end zone is a running play that almost costs us 2 point, ball possession, the lead and a safety.

Our Coach, who moved me in to the slot reciever position, created a mismatch between myself and the linebacker covering me. I immediately went back to the huddle and told David (our Qb), "I got this guy, just put it beyond him." So David went to the sideline and told Coach what I had in mind, and he had the confidence to let us run it.

The dude was pretty big over me but a few yards off, so it gave me room to use a double move. He bit on the first, slipped and fell as I got past him and then it happened;

David threw the PRETTIEST ball I have ever seen. It was a perfect spiral, floating in the air with a backdrop of a perfectly clear, blue skies day. I can recall it feeling like slow motion, I couldn't wait for the ball to come down as I just knew there were defenders waiting to hit me, but it never happened. Just as it came into reach, it just laid into my finger tips and I was off.

I didn't know how close they were, I just kept running, I couldn't hear anything. The only sense I had was sight, that the end zone was getting closer and closer. I took a couple sneak peeks to the right, looking for anyone as I figure they'd have caught the old man by now, but it never came.

So 99.9 yards later, I cross the goal line and kept running, and outstretched my arms and kinda glided like a kid pretending he was a jet coming in for a landing. One of my teammates, gave me the "up top" signal so we jumped in the air, turned back to back and landed, well, I almost collapsed after that. It took me the rest of the half to even get my breath back!

A good friend, Sean, came over and said they'd have to start calling me "Record", I had no idea that he meant it was a record of any sort. That was my first TD in 3 seasons, and the first I ever had on that field, which is where I also went to High School. I felt like it was payback for years of riding the bench in school and then dealing with selfish Qb's and Coaches who left me out of the plan in the league. It was little bittersweet as the team record before that was held by my baby brother who went 77 yds 2 seasons before during a crazy half where he went over 200 yds. Guess it all runs relative.

I didn't realize how much the guys chasing me had closed in but I do know it's easier to run fast when chasing something, like a guy with a ball. And yes, I replay it often, I'm sure one day it'll get old, but  maybe not.

That record is reflective of 3 plays; 1. The Defense caused a turnover and got us the ball, 2. The RB gave an extra effort to NOT give up the Safety, and the O-Line blocking for David to throw that pass. Catching it and running was probably the easiet and most glorified part of that sequence of plays, so it's not my record, it's a team record.

It was their first day with a digital camera and it fouled up a bit but go ahead, Click the link and enjoy the picture behind my 1,000 words...

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=38618675

ps, leave a comment while you're there :)

I was recently interviewed by William McCray the 3rd, PR genius out of Atlanta at Obnoxious. We had a great conversation and the interview is on his nationally syndicated online column.

However, there are some factual points that weren't accurate to my story. I pointed these out and made it known to William as well, and so he made changes on his column as well. With respect to William and the triumphs I have had over tragedy, I have made the proper corrections and highlighted them in blue:

You have not heard the name Vincent Alfonzo Jamal, he is not rich, he does not have a huge endorsement deal, but he is one of the greatest men that I have ever had the opportunity to interview. 

The single father takes great pride in raising his daughter.  A tough job for a big man to do all alone, Alfonzo makes time to make it all happen.  Rushing to pick his little girl up from school and drop her off to the sitter he rushes to the other side of town for football practice. 

Alfonzo is a Co-owner of the Phoenix Raiders in the AZFL (Arizona Football League).  This big guy has a huge heart and did not mind letting me in personal aspects of his life during our at length, one on one conversation. 

An African American that was given up for adoption by his teenage mother was adopted by a white family.  Essentially, he was called a nigger by relatives of his adopted family who were still living off of past beliefs.  (These were relatives outside of my immediate family whom I did not see often.)

Eventually, he was left to raise himself when his adopted parents divorced.  He recalled being left to stay in the empty house to survive the Phoenix Summer. "Everything was gone, I didn't even have a bed," Vincent said.  "My adopted mother left my father and she moved away and ended up with another man."

"I slept on the floor and ate what little food they left me until it was gone."  Eventually the power was cut off and the house was sold when Alfonzo knew he could not continue to live there any longer.  On the streets, shoplifting and struggling he stayed with friends sometimes a night or two, but managed to complete high school. 

Always with a dream to play football, Vincent Alfonzo Jamal continued on his journey at times not even realizing what respect and love was until he was and adult.  "I had been called nigger by the people that were supposed to be my family so I did not know what family love and respect really was," Alfonzo explained, moving me to tears while listening to his life lessons that he learned on the street. 

Never sharing with anyone how bad his personal life actually was, Jamal was determined to make it.  College took a backseat during his struggle to survive. 

Often misunderstood, he works to improve the community and be the best possible father he can be without a personal example.  Inside the big guy with all the tattoos, braded hair, and muscles lies a lost soul.  "At times I know that I am still that little kid that doesn't know why I hear people say nigger isn't a bad word, I've been called that by people I trusted, and have lived without love and support just trying to survive." 

Football is more than a sport; it is a way of life for this young man that only had his will to survive as the example a constant structure to his troubled life.  "William it was like football, the games and practice was the only things I knew were going to be there on a consistent basis in my life." 

Working on his book, "Bastard like Me," Vincent Alfonzo Jamal is making his mark and never lets a tackle take him out.

All of these men are more then just big guys that play a sport, but they are all amazing in their various places and share one thing in common…Football!

My thanks and appreciation go out to William for taking the time to sit down with a smalltimer when you can see he deals with many big hitters in all industries.

Right now, my name isn't importante', so lets do away with the courtesies. Truthfully, I don't give a damn about your name. Names are inconsequential. Don't take it hard, I feel that way about everyone. Well, with the exception of one, but that doesn't matter as you will never match a face to that name. I'm a lot like you, but with no governor on the emotions I do posses. So you know, compassion isn't one of them, at least for the masses. So many people deserve what they get, and in some cases, unfortunately, it costs someone else for these derelicts to learn their life's lesson. But it's the ones, those ignorant ones, who have chosen to not learn a lesson in where I become the teacher……

Take Harold. 64, and a lifetime alcoholic. Got away with a lifetime of spousal and child abuse. His wife has since died and his kids don't come around, so he drinks even harder, and drives. A couple dui's and time in tent city haven't gotten the point across. The money he spends for lawyers and traffic fines come from his disability checks. What the hell is that. Everyday I walk these scum soaked sidewalks, I see those in need, starving, with children and barely making it, while this douche bag is spending money that should be going to someone else. So I waited.

Friday night and he's is at his favorite watering hole, spending his check. Degenerate might as well have the whole thing mailed right to the establishment. God he makes me sick, the center in a cloud of menthol smoke, slumped at the bar, looking out of those beady bloodshot baby blues. Unshaven, unkempt with a filthy hat on that greasy salt and pepper mange. At least that's how I see him. Truth is, he's a sharply dressed, snake oil salesman with a million dollar smile that gets the women buying him drinks. Either way, no matter who he is, by closing time, he'll be reaching for those keys.

I have to sit in disguise with the other valets, as this "standard" of club would point me out way too quickly, if you know what I mean. Snobs and their finger sandwiches, fancy wines and brea cheeses. Fondue? F*ck You….

I ditch my red jacket, standing around like a lawn jockey has built me into a froth by now, watching him parade around under chandelier lights. Here he comes, show time…

He takes his ticket and stiffs the boy, the pompous bastard that he is. I'll tail him and see what old Harold is up to tonight….

Morning, I hate to wake up. Under rested, Angel of Death is visiting me again, but that's beside the point. The sun comes up and it's a slow burn into my eyes that I can't fully open yet I can't keep shut. So here I lay half bathed in breaking light, sprawled out across the bed and think about Harold and his new, yet justifiable fate.

I know what he drives, I know what color his car is, same color as the car I'm driving tonight. I know what route he'll take home, same route I'll be taking behind him. I wait. There's always a stretch of quiet road, made for nights like this, times like this, for guys like this.

Hit the lights, hit the gas and get right on his driver side bumper. Gotta do it quick, this stretch of road won't last too long. Right along the back, I can see him in his review mirror, and he doesn't have a clue. His face illuminates by the flame off his lighter as the cherry red tip on his cigarette burns even brighter with that first drag. As he exhales, I ease my front bumper into his rear bumper, and he spins out. His equilibrium is already shot and once he hits the dirt, he's lost in direction. One flip, two flip, three and the car comes to a rest on its side. The headlights flash all around the sky like searchlights.

I'll give it another ½ mile before I turn my lights on. In the rearview I can see the dust still swirling around the headlights of the wreckage that's growing smaller every mile per hour I'm accelerating away.

Harold's going away for awhile, under yet another dui, only this time, he's managed to demonstrate he poses a threat to society as this time he totaled his car on an open road. At least that's what the report will read. The one that's going to land on the docket, with Harold in the defendant seat. He'll do some heavy time for this one. Not my problem that his third strike was a set up, he took his first two on his own and didn't seem to appreciate his freedom or the freedom of those around him who deserve to live life without the threat of this guy killing a loved one in traffic.

Harold is just one of far too many that the justice system gives repeated chances to take life. So as the system sees fit to regurgitate these people back onto our streets, I plan to be here to force feed the belly of the beast.

I guess I should get up now and face the day, the car I used last night has been disposed of so I don't have much to do but reflect and continue to follow Harold's descent. Maybe I'll go down to the court house and see it unfold. The internet allows so much information on court cases and anything else you want to find on a person it's almost invasive.

Even if somebody bothers to see the second set of tire tracks around the start of his spinout, realize that the PIT maneuver was what caused him to actually crash, it won't really matter. The amount of drinks he had, at his body weight, and in the amount of time he consumed them, Harold was bound to be over the legal limit by approx .05, which is enough to earn him something more than a stint in Tent City.

I suppose that by now a lot of you have judged me to be worse than Harold, but I'm not concerned with your opinion of me. Harold's will always exist and that's what brings out a soul like mine. Maybe if the Harold's of the world seem to die off, or not run free in rampant numbers, then a face like mine would never earn face time in their minds. This isn't my rational to you, I still don't give a damn if you cheer, boo, love, hate….

If we could change time and events to find out that Harold would have eventually killed one of your loved ones, what would you think of me then?

You're Welcome.

The name is still inconsequential…

vincent alfonzo jamal "cpydahmaan" #20

Defensive Back - GM - Phoenix Raiders

Not only is he the GM of the Raiders and a player that gives complete support to his coaching staff. But he also made himself available to help the AzFL in it's community service. He spent a full day each week from August through September volunteering as we worked with the NFL Cardinals at kids events statewide.

Vince and his team mates also took it upon themselves to participate in a blood drive, a food drive and also volunteered at city events for youth and troubled kids. On the food drive he made sure that extra food was purchased for the holidays so that more families could be helped.

Vince has a beautiful daughter of his own and still finds time to help others.

FERRARI AWARD 2006

CpydahMaan, the (nick)name, the tattoo

I was looking for some sort of stage name for rapping and really couldn’t think of anything that was impressive. Then I came up with Black SuperMan! That was it, and that was going to be my tattoo as well, until…

“S”

I was on my way to work one day and headed out to the bus stop. Just as the bus pulled up and I was jumping on it, there was guy who didn’t even look like he had money to catch the bus, and I don’t think he did. He looked really strung out, skinny, pale, and generally unkempt. His shirt was sleeveless and what did I see on the shoulder that led to those 9” biceps?

That Superman “S”. No way I thought to myself. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Shaquille O’Neal and Jon Bon Jovi have one, and countless others!

Then I started to really think about it and I realized, I never liked him anyways! It was more the invincibility concept that intrigued me. And isn’t Superman ambiguously gay anyway? For the love of Lois Lane, just bang her already! Then it hit me, I’m the little guy, I get my ass kicked around but still come back, get the job done. I’m sarcastic, even in a pinch, but serious when enough is enough, just like the wall crawler. Spiderman. I went with Black Spiderman, digging that alien costume he had. Spelled it Spydaman At first and then flipped it: BlaKcPydAhMaAN and it fits.

                      Humans vs Blacks?

A buddy of mine, (Big), and I used to lift every morning together when I got off work. We were hard at it in the gym for the better part of a year. One day I was doing ab exercises with my shirt off, checking out my carve. A friend of ours commented I had a nice body. She was just passing a compliment in a general you make me sick type of way. Big jumps in and says that “he’s only got that body because he’s black.”

                       (needle drags across record to a stop)

I stopped and asked him to repeat himself which he did. I asked him where he got his scientific facts, from the book of klan medicine. We proceeded to have the age old argument that blacks have better genes and all that. I took both my middle fingers and basically could have taken his contacts out telling him F*ck you. I must’ve said it about 5 more times while he was saying back up. So I packed up and left, pissssed. He followed me out to the parking lot where I figured it was on, but we ended up having a respect earning discussion. I told him that for him to lift with me day after day and to see me bust ass, he took away all my hard work based on a stereotype. “Big, I know you do ‘roids and I don’t judge that cuz the weight doesn’t push itself.” It’s cases like that where blacks athletically are put in a no win situation. If I’m faster or stronger than non-blacks, it’s my genes and nature makes it that way. But if I get out jumped or outrun, then it’s one giant leap for mankind.

Big and I continued to have the talk and he came to challenge me with “ name one fat black man” without pause I said “Al Roker.” Sorry Al. I knew where the conversation was headed, I’d been there before so in my mind I skipped ahead of Big and prepared answers to questions he might ask. We walked away cool and laugh about that to this day.

Thing is, I had to learn as well that Big had friends who were flat out supremisists and didn’t care who knew. The used to lift in the gym and stay at a distance, kinda had that prison yard feel. Big was friends with them and so I’m sure was poisoned by them and by his own admission in part, his up bringing. Big got me a job last year as a bouncer in a strip club………

Like the time I was at the mall......5:30 a.m.

I was window shopping with a pocket full of Visa, just in and out of the stores. I saw this one girl who was a k.o. (black and Indian, flawless face, long black hair in those Pocahontas braids, OW!) The store was packed and I wasn't getting much customer service, so I left. I love to stroll the mall, observing life as it goes on around me. Well I happened to come back in later on and I'm browsing, I turn and there she is. "can I help you?" (pause of one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand of pure eye contact.) "I'm straight, just browsing." So as she's still looking I turn and walk away smiling cuz that was like "whoa". I'm at the back of the store and she sees me so I wave her back and ask her questions about a product I'm looking for. She's not sure so I used that to break the ice and tease her with. When we get back to where I can see that no one is around, I come off with "but the million dollar question is, are you spoken for?" she says no. 2nd question, "if I gave you my number would you call? She says yes. So I give her my number and go about my business since the manager didn't look to happy that I had her deep in the back. 

This scenario has been redundant in my life, and I'm pretty grateful. You could replace the store with:

-gas station

-movie theatre

-park

-different jobs

-driving down the street

O.K.,

I go on home and kick back, then the phone rings around the time she said she'd call. So I pick it up. I navigate her to the spot and she drops in for a visit. She leaves after a minute to take care of some stuff, so I walk her on out. I didn’t think that anything would come of it, but she called back later on. We talked for a couple hours about anything that came to the surface, but I stuck with the dirty talk. After a while she drops in with "what are you doing now?" There should have been a camera on me so I could turn and look into it like "Oh yeah."

So we fast forward........

To me flyin' down the street, windows down, music up (gotta make that give-a-f*ck intro.) 2am and I come with beverages, alcohol. Loud mouth punch, liquid courage.

Rewind........

during the long phone chat, we had discussed stuff. Her interest in me was one topic. I'm not that thug that she thought I was. Cut by the other edge of the sword, damn. She had a dying interest and then would ask the questions that women are known to ask. The Ones that won't change anything but they just want to see what you'll say or how you feel. Being that I'm a Jedi Master at that type of game (thanks to my gal pals who divulged the secrets to the other sex.), I was able to identify and neutralize that apparently moot point. She did agree that she wasn't That interested as of now and said she wanted to get to know me more blah blah blah...

fast forward....(I get to the good parts)

5:3am: getting out of the backseat of my car, pulling up my pants and helping her out. Just then the security guard, who had been circling all night, pulls up and says, "ya know, next time you could do me a favor and get a room." I said "No sir, I'm too cheap." He chuckled and drove off. Cool guy.

I ended up driving home the same way I came. Windows down, music up, still didn't give a f*ck, just a few ounces lighter.