Well..

After about 8 years of attempting to come back to "The Wash", I'm finally here. I succeeded. And it feels good. I keep running into people. And its surprising as hell. I've had time to sit down and talk to all of my old school people. Still got a few people i gotta chill wit.

But im here starting from groundzero. I been talking alot about making it to hollywood and starting to make my films here. Now that i made the leap from coast to coast I can start. But it was hard as hell to get up here again man. I hated georgia with passion. But alot of beautiful things came from the time i stayed there. Alot of good friendships. But if i had a choice i would never go back unless i was rich.

I left georgia like 5 times, and each time i left laughing that i would never come back again. I moved to maryland and after about 7 or 8 months or even less than that we ended up coming back. I fled to New York a couple times. I skipped school just to drive up the coast. Tried to stay back in Brooklyn or lower east side of Manhattan. Didnt even happen, had to come back. Came back to the Wash almost 3 times and couldnt stay. Till now.

I done had to work tireless hours. Being poor sucks extremely. Sacrifice food money to pay rent. Or insurance bill for lights. I been through all this shit already. It got to the point that i got so used to not getting things i wanted that, i realized those things i really didnt need anyway. Not materialistic at all. But it feels good to buy yourself something tho.

I done said it over and pver again, but i gotta say it. I went through hell to get all my studio equipment. My camera alone was about $3400-$3500. I saved up as much as i could. I stopped paying taxes entirely for a few months. Then on top of that I put in my tax return. All this while I was paying for the rent and all the bills that come with it. I never slept for almost a year period. I worked about 7 days a week, 12 hour shifts. I had no life son. I barely saw the friends that i had. My circle of friends is so small. Trust and loyalty is a hard thing to come by. When you got it , dont loss it. In this kinda situation it will end up like "Good friend but even worse enemy". But i barely saw my homies though. Had to sacrifice dawg. Its a bitch. They understood tho. Why am I so motivated?

After all i been through, nothing really bothers me. I hear stories about how fucked somebody elses life is. But i laugh about it sometimes cuz they havent even been through a 1/4 of what i been through. And im still smiling. They really have nothing to complain about. But i noticed a few things about myself that i havent noticed till recently. I speak from the heart. Brutal truth is what im told. If somebody feels uncomfortable about how truthful i can be, i wont talk to that person as much anymore. Cuz i feel like i gotta sensor myself to talk. I dont wanna hurt anybodys feelings, but thats how it is. Its how i like to be spoken to. I hate when people hold back. Havent had any issue wit it till i got here. I take no shit and you cant insult friends and family. I literally get the feeling to get up and hit somebody if that happens. I shit u not. If you are one of my people i will defend you. I hate to get screwed over so i dont do it to anybody. Or lie. People can trust me, but i can't trust people. Its how i feel sometimes.

Im going on and on. I just realized that. lol. I'ma stop here.

I feel alot lighter now... experiment done.