RIP MJ (August 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009)
-- Mah FINAL MySpace Post --
I WILL NOT UPDATE THIS MYSPACE PAGE ANYMORE....NOT WORTH MY TIME...PLUS THE PEEPS ON HERE WHO YOU ADD OR BEG YOU TO BE ADDED "IGG" YOU AND SHYT AND I AM NOT ON HERE TRYING TO GET A BIG ASS NUMBER OF PEOPLE UNDER MY "FRIEND'S LIST"....I AM HERE TO CONNECT WITH PEOPLE!!! ANYWAYS IF YOU ARE REAL ABOUT GETTING TO KNOW ME HERE ARE TWO PLACES YOU WILL FIND ME BEING ACTIVE:
My Twitter Page: http://www.twitter.com/JLowTowDoow My Metal Gear Online User(Add Me!): Foe Foe My PS3/PSN User(Add Me!): jlowtowdoow FaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/people/King-Washington/1398422883
I HOPE TO SEE SOME OF YOU THERE, IF NOT FUK IT!! I WILL STILL ACCEPT "FRIEND REQUESTS" AND EITHER ACCEPT OR DENY THEM!!! OF COURSE I WILL REPLY TO ALL MESSSAGES SENT TO ME HERE IT'S JUST THAT NO MORE POST OR "MYSPACE PAGE WORK" TO BE MADE HERE, ANY NEW PICTURES WILL POSTED ON FACEBOOK!! WANNA KNOW ABOUT ME?! READ ON AS I PUT A SHITLOAD OF INFO ON HERE AND THIS IS STILL A BOMB ASS MYSPACE PAGE!!! 1!!!
-- Mah Browser of Choice --
While creating this MySpace page with Firefox I noticed that Internet Explorer will not display my page like I designed it to show up on a FireFox browser. After tweaking with codes to try to satisfy both browsers I found out that Internet Explorer sucks big dyck. And if you are on it now...you will not be able to view this whole page as it will cut off at some point. Just man up and use Firefox. Oh yeah if you use Opera... I do use it at times but I do hope that if you are peeping me out with it that my page looks fine..oh yeah maximize those windows too....this page won't have large ass pics on it where you have to scroll side to side...nah nigga not chea. Other than that everything should load and look fine when maximized. HUNID!!!
-- You Rockin' A PS3?! --
This is for all of mah PS3 peeps who are fortunate enough to have one. Mine was a stretch to get but it was either that or slanging crack....I don't slang shit but dick lol so I got a PS3. So don't go looking at me like I am some rich muhfucka in which I'm not. I struggle just like everybody else. At the time I got it, I know damn well I couldn't now because of shit being so high everywhere. Anyways, if you got one and you are into adding people to your "Friend's List" then go ahead and add me. My user name is jlowtowdoow .. and yes that is all in lowercase letters. Got it? Then I'll see your ass online!! 1.
-- Jus' Some Videos --
Before you click on these go to the left <-- of the screen and click the song I currently have playing off so you can enjoy these without that bullshit playing.
But if you are not gonna peep out my vids let mah selection play and enjoy my page and Add A Nigga:
== Vicious Street Fighter 3 Comeback ==
Posted On 02-27-09 @ 12:33P.M. CST
This comeback was so fukkin' nasty. I guess I know now that I am not the best Street Fighter Player anymore huh?! LOL If you are gamer..please watch this vid!!
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== Bobby Jindal Defending Himself... ==
Posted On 02-27-09 @ 12:40P.M. CST
This is who Obama will crush in 2012...but this man is trying to save our jobs down here so I can't do nothing but respect him..this is the first time I have actually seen something being done instead of just talking all of the time...
-- Mah Intrizzo --
Whatsup world?! I appreciate it that you dropped by to peep me out on myspace. I especially got love for you if you are taking actual time to read what I have on here and not running straight to my "Comment" section to try to post bullshyt about a record label or a clothing store and the oh so infamous quote: "Thanx for the add". Now let's get started...
I was born to Marion and James in the summer of 1978 on that southside of the windy city. Of course we do know that the windy city is Chicago right? Anyways, my mother was a housewife/mother as she her job was to make sure that I was okay. And as you see she did a great job. She didn't really need to work because my father was a foreman at the USS, that's the Steel Mill for those who don't know. Back in the day a nigga having a high title like that was unheard of and of course you should know that he was making much bank as that is why my mother didn't need to worry about getting a job or working. I remember my mother holding me watching outside the window waiting for my father to come home from work. We lived in an apartment complex at 5110 King Drive. I don't really remember much of Chicago because by the time I reached age 5 or 6 we made that move to that Dirty South. I had some homies that I use to play with..their names were Meme, Kevin, Roscoe, Amanda and Asa. I miss them very much as we didn't get a chance to grow up together. Maybe myspace can reunite us. So if your first name is one of those and you remember being little on King Drive in Chicago PLEASE HOLLA AT ME!!! I AM LOOKING FOR Y'ALL!!....
-- Ruston/Grambling Louisiana --
My father I guess have put in enough time and retired from the steel mill in like 1984/85 so here we are in Louisiana. My father already had a house here that he was renting out for some more income in Grambling and he wanted us to move in that house but because of technicalities we had to move in with my cousin Carol Ann. Being there was fun because for a little kid a new location is always fun especially if that relative has a nice house. I remember playing all day and couldn't wait to get to bed because her house was so cozy and cold. Yeah it was the summer time then and as we Louisianans know it gets hot down in this bytch. I felt comfortable until it came time for me to go back to school. Before school started again we made our move to Grambling...
(in case you are wondering who the 2 dudes in the pics with me are...they are Derrick and Darius my cousins. In the pic to the left <----
On to 2nd grade, I was in Mrs. Pierce's class, she flunked me as I think she thought that was gonna hold me back. Little did she know that when I was in 2nd grade again (Mrs. Bissic), 3rd grade (Mrs. Calendar), 4th grade (Mrs. Gaulden), and Mrs. Phillips' 5th grade class I was on honor roll for the rest of my elementary years. I remember being awarded a brand new award they started for having the best grades in 5th grade that year(Sorry Melissa Robinson)...I think it was me, Bobby Hill, and Rana Mohamadian who got awards for the best grades in their classes. So see Mrs. Pierce you didn't stop shit...I guess I needed the extra help so for that I thank you. When I got to high school I was playing ball with Mrs. Phillips' son Matt. That was cool. Mrs. Gaulden was a fun teacher. Mrs. Calendar was a mean bitch. Anyways....I got done with RES which were bearcats back then before we named them Roadrunners. Moving on...
On to Junior High, damn I am getting ahead of myself so allow me to back track a little for a little...
When we first moved to Grambling of course I didn't have any friends but I clicked with a dude named Kendrick. He could always play some basketball. Me and dude use to always hang out. We even made the 6th grade basketball team together at I.A. Lewis. I guess my click back then was me, Kendrick and Brandon Fobes. Later on I guess down my block I made other friends as they were GIRLS. Their names were Renee, Rewa and Rona. We were like in our early teens I think that we cliqued. I never looked at them as trying to "holla" at them, they were like niggaz I just chilled with. I haven't seem them in a while so again I guess I hope to run into them on myspace because those were my niggaz. They had brothers named Heath and Chris, I was tight with Chris. So big up to my niggaz from Main Street in Grambling early 1990s and on...
Okay now we can continue...I went through I.A. Lewis(6th grade) pretty easily but before I got there we always heard horror stories about I.A. Lewis. It was a change because you had to go to a new classroom for each subject. Back then niggaz didn't blood or crip in Ruston..they did but the sect everyone wanted to be in were the "Rude Dawgz" yeah I guess it was named after the popular cartoon dog or whatever. If you grew up in that area around that time you knew what I am talking about. I was in band and on the basketball team. Moved on to 7th/8th grade at Ruston Jr. High School, for some reason I tried out for the b-ball team but didn't finish the tryouts. I got on the team officially in 8th grade. I think I wanted a haircut more than playing basketball in 7th grade as Coach Hicks asked me why I didn't tryout in 7th grade. I guess I was like "I need a fade." Now I guess I am deep into Ruston at this point in my life, this is the part in my life I found out who my friends were. I just didn't click with anybody in junior high. The nigga everyone wanted to be was Tim Rhone. Yeah I took it back with that name. Starter jackets were in style at this time. In 8th grade a classmate by the name of Shelia King died in a car accident. R.I.P. Shelia. I will always remember her because my mother is buried close to her. I had some pals I thought I was cool with they were twins Kerry and Terry Johnson. We always hung out, we walked all over Grambling. Anyways big up to y'all if we meet again cool if not then it is what it is...I think they had a cousin named Niecy.
-- Ruston High School C/O 1997 --
I entered high school, hell by this time I was rockin' a hi-top fade and at this time they were playing out I didn't care I still rocked it and of course I heard the "Kid N Play" comments. On day one and until graduation I just didn't click with anyone or fit in with anyone. For one like I said earlier(or didn't I?) I had a birth defect and I guess at this time what you looked like mattered the most. I will never apologize for how I looked, you never gave me the chance to explain it as you just made assumptions (you got burned, an accident, etc...). You never got to know a nigga. So I accepted the "Enigma" & "Quiet/Strange Nigga" role. So whatever you thought happened DID happened. Whereas the actual facts are documented, I had about 10 surgeries before I was 10. Dr. Parsons was my doctor and I had all of my plastic surgery done at the University of Illinois(Chicago) hospital, I am sitting on a ton of bill receipts and paperwork from the 1980s so damn your "..he was burnt, he had it cut off, got in an accident..." statements. I guess I climbed out my mother asking God to place on me a birth defect. Even in nature sometimes things go wrong, I guess in the summer of 1978 God was having a bad day. I was always cool with it and accepted it but muhfuckas in school just prejudged and assumed. I didn't make one friend there, that is cool now I didn't want y'all fake asses around me. I didn't get no ass while in school. That too is cool as if I would have never gotten married I wouldn't kilt niggaz to fukk a bytch as I was once the last american virgin...I wasn't feenin' for it back then. Funny shyt is that when I sit down at a table mufuckas would get up and walk off like I am contagious...this too is cool. Give the fuck up I need all the room anyways. That e-mail I sent regarding the 10 year reunion was too light, what I really wanted to say was "Fuck the Class of 1997!!" People who I have talked to after graduation or recently know who I am cool with. Please don't come to me with those fake ass hugs and "Oh King, Long time this and that...". Save it, just keep making assumptions. The only reunion I am interested in is the 100 year reunion that no one will miss. Feel me?
I think I got that out of my system. I had good grades all through school. I made the basketball team, I quit in my junior year. I was just not feeling it. I finished school with a 2.9 GPA. I did walk with my class but didn't care if I did or not. I did it for my mother. After that night my feelings were hurt because all of that time I just didn't click with anyone. Anyways I guess that since that didn't kill me it didn't do nothing but make me stronger. Shit, a nigga got a buff right arm during this era LMAO. Yeah since no pussy came my way I guess I got to know myself a lot more. Thankfully, I can't give myself a disease but hey people out there watch the water you drink LMAO ANYWAYS!! I can't forget about the big homies: Drapel Carter..R.I.P., Patrick "Biggie" Scott..R.I.P., Jonas Kilpatrick..R.I.P.. and Aaron Fallin as well...R.I.P.
Enough RHS...Now on to...
-- Mah Now!! --
As of April 14th 2001 I became a married man. I guess I sold out my RHS bearcats and married a Rebel. Shyt I didn't sellout nobody I never was a bearcat. A few months before I met my wife my mother passed away when I was 22. This was totally unexpected as I was expecting my mother to be around until I was at least in my 50s. I miss her a lot and that hurt my heart but here I am growing up without her guidance. This also woke me up to grow up, I was in college at the time and I lost my zest to finish it. So this explains to my "classmates" why I haven't finished college. Imma give it one more shot and finish it soon though. Anyways, I met my wife about 2 months after my mother's passing. This was my first "girlfriend". I was attracted to her when I saw her. I didn't think I was ever a handsome dude because muhfuckas shot my self-esteem to shit. She built me up so now I guess I am officially the shyt. We got married about 6 months later. Up until now ain't really y'all bidness so I won't go there with that info. I'll just say that marriage and women are funny. Marriage is cool because you can come home to someone everyday and you know they are for you. You don't have to fight for affection. Sometimes you want to be left alone and then at the same time you can't be without them. I would say more about marriage BUT SOME PEOPLE OUT THERE ARE MESSY SO I'LL KEEP THOSE COMMENTS TO MY LONESOME...OH YEAH THOSE SAME MESSY PEOPLE LIKE TO PRINT SHYT OFF AND RUN GO TELL MAMAZ AND SHIT LIKE THAT... As I have said earlier I have made up for lost time; I'm married with children....so anybody back then who cracked on me fuk 'em and fuk 'em now!!
That is enough about me loc'. I hope that you are still reading this and again props if you are. I am not on here talking about bullshyt. I put effort into anything I do online. I hate that I can't use Javascripts on here though.
As you can see I got a few webpage skills. The shit on here is very simple. Before I came to MySpace I was gonna do a webpage but since I am getting old now I don't have time to do that stuff. I am making the most of this space here. But I'll give you a little history:
-- A History Lesson --
"Sephiroth-88-LA an Outkast" - this was the first webpage that I have ever done. Just a one pager to see if I could do it. Nothing fancy just a bunch of links that took you away from my page which is a "NO-NO" when you have a page as you want all of the attention on your shit. "Sephiroth" comes from a character in a game called "Final Fantasy VII". I have always been into Final Fantasy since part IV(been playing them since I was like 10 years old). This one though was on the Playstation and the story was great and graphics finally matched up to the good storyline that FFs have always had. Anyways, I dug the fuck out of that character because I felt a lot like he did. I can talk all day about Final Fantasy but I won't. :) Anyways "88" was just random number I used which came from "88-URT" which was the first user I ever used and I guess that 88 stuck from then on out. This page I did sucked..PERIOD. Oh yeah for those lacking common sense LA stood for Louisiana fool!!
"Sephiroth-88-LA tha Saga Continues" - was my second webpage, that I did like a couple of months after "Sephiroth-88-LA an Outkast" This time a nigga thought he was doing something. I thought I was trump tight because I knew how to put images on a webpage. Back then I jacked so much of others niggas shyt. I was a copying and pasting kindergardener in this piece. I had a 2Pac tribute page along with an Aaliyah page because at the time I had a crush on her. This page was done in 1998. I had guestbooks on there, the usual run of the mill shyt back then. Again nothing special.
Awww shoot I was beginning to throw down now with this page as I was becoming more personal with it. I was using cooltext.com's graphics generator because I didn't know how to make my own graphics like I do now. I put all of my poetry on chea as well. I could write my ass off, I am not a lyricist or rapper but I could express myself real good in poetic form. Now I can bust you a 16 if I had too but I am not a rapper...I just write. This page was done in 1998 as well. I know I had about 500 pages of original shyt on there. Once I got everything I wanted on there and left it alone I came back and notice my hits were getting higher and my guestbook was getting full. In 2000 my page was at over 200,000+ hits and my guestbook had 10,000+ entries. Most of my visitors went to my poetry section. I was using tables, java and all of that good shyt on there. Still a very simple page though. I guess a lot of people out there were searching "Hell, HellBound" or Resurrection". I think a lot of people came by via a "Sephiroth" search. I called this page: "Seph88LA's HellBound Resurrection" because of the amount of shyt and the amount of time it took to make it. It was hell, but people can think otherwise if they want to. Don't have time to explain...it is what it is. Anyways shout out goes to those who visited. Hopefully you found me again chea. My poetry will be posted under "My Blogs" so subscribe to that section to stay notified. If you go there as of 8-28-2007 and I haven't posted my poetry bug me to get me off my ass to post 'em. In closing this page had a lot of info on it. Original shit, I had to disband it because a lot of niggaz begun using cooltext graphics and my page looked like a lot of others. I closed shop and went and schooled my shyt to bring to you in 2001...
"J Low Tow Doow -- Dirty South Juggalo" - was my first all original page. I even paid to have it hosted. I mastered Photoshop and I begun making all my own shit. I was getting ready to blow this juggalo shit out of the water. I had even more poetry to post on there, my own award giveaway. I got so many awards for that site that it wasn't even funny. Can't really explain it as you needed to see it to feel me. Close to 750 pages of original shit. But the killing thing is that I got mad one day because I guess I was slow with production so I closed it down. It is hard doing that shit by yourself. With what I had on there no one else was fucking with it. This is why I came to myspace so at least some of stuff will go on. I am too busy with life and whatever to sit and do a website. I can do it but no time to do it and hell no not for free. Yeah that is a sample of the award I was giving away..LOL I got a spot soft for Xena loc'. I loved that show....kinda fucked up to know that at the end Xena and Gabby were dikin' huh?! That page was gonna get a big push but I didn't get around to it. Anyways..now you know. That is enough for the history lessons. So....
-- What Does The Future Hold? --
I know for one that I am officially done with webpages, this is as good as it is gonna get for me as far as making webpages. Anyways, I tried to hold your attention for a while, I know it is a lot better than other myspaces out chea.
Life is a struggle. Most people are from check to check, the government raises minimum wage just to raise the cost of living along with it. You can't win from losing. I know life is hard, you just gotta take it one day at a time. The future is not guaranteed for anybody. Just be happy that you make it through the day. Tomorrow is not promised. And PLEASE don't get so feed up with life that you want to kill yourself. That shit is not worth it, everyone is already on a time clock as God will determine when we will clock out. If you have it hard believe me you are not the only one. So much space, food, water, etc... that every human on Earth shouldn't be close to starving but it is a shame that some of us do. Just keep pressing on. If people don't accept you then let it be. I had to turn almost 30 to learn that. Not worth shooting a school down. I don't condone that shit at all, BUT I do understand what may have went through their heads but the other stuff was not called for. Maybe the "experts" out there will finally learn that all we want is someone who understands us and can talk too..not with that fake psychologist bullshit...a real genuine person. At a time I wanted to end it all too...
My outlet for that was my poetry, I wish I could do a book of them. I have plenty of them, they reveal what we be feeling on the inside. Imma do my best to post them as quickly as I can as I do have a backlog of them. But I have them protected under copyrights so if you wanna be slick and steal some bars from me then go ahead..when you get paid Imma make sure to put the "white folks" in my bidness to protect my bidness. Anyways everyone try to keep the peace and don't let this world get to you. To the people in my life who know they are special PLEASE don't let what I said on here change that...you know who King is....this on here was J Low Tow Doow. I'm out. 1.
LOL, this pic of me with braids is like from 2001. Hell my hair is gone...check "My Pics" as I may have posted new ones by the time you are feasting your eyes upon this.
-- Why I'm Juggalo? --
I know some of you niggaz are on here saying, "This nigga like the Insane Clown Posse?!". Shit dawg I have been down with the clown since like 1998. After I got done with high school I was watching wrestling one day and here these 2 white dudes were rappin' and to me the shyt they were spittin' was catchy and on some shit I have never heard before. After that night I saw them, I made it a point to remember "ICP" in my head. I was gonna go see if they had any albums out...and the first album I got, well actually more like stole from Columbia House with a fake ass name(like everyone does or did.), was "The Amazing Jeckel Brothers"[The first cd image you see under my "Music" section]. I slipped that bitch in and was immediately hooked. I went back and copped EVERYTHING they ever did. These dudes went through the same shit I went through and I was down. It ain't about color fool, it is about struggle. They touch on everything in society if you just listen to them you would feel them. They not rappin' about some rims, crank dat or about throwing some d's on whatever. Now if you want them to spit gangsta shyt then you got the "Psychopathic Rydas". Anyways when it is all said and done ICP will go down as pioneers. Psychopathic to me is the #1 underground label. PERIOD.
I am not gonna sit here and try to explain to you what a "juggalo" is or what does it mean. I just know that their label are on some shit and I get what they are saying. Like for example the group "Twiztid" can fuck with or OVER any other group in the game. But Psychopathic is underground and don't give a fuck about what anybody else out there thinks or is doing. They are in their own world and I am a part of it.
I thought that I would answer that question for y'all....much more could be said but I got better things to do right now. Hunid.
-- Mah Best Friend --
I know some of you out there are fans of DMX right? If so you use to always hear him talk about how his pit was his best friend, like "I got his back, he got mine...". I guess I am like him in that regards as my best friend is/was a dog.....now let me introduce y'all to mah nigga until eternity...."QUEENIE".
I know some of you niggaz out there from G-town are trembling in your boots....well I guess the crackheads and winos in my hometown won't be seeing this right since I am assuming they are still that way so I guess no internet access for them right? LOL Anyways I'll speak for them, I know those winos and crackheads would be trembling right now if they saw this page and saw Queenie. LOL Anyways after about 4 years of being a new Grambling Louisiana rezident my father one day surprised me after school one day, Mrs. Gaulden's class by the way, after I came home tired, hungry and ready to be a lazy ass. As I walked onto the porch I noticed her with her ears down and looking oh so friendly and cute. I immediately clicked with her. so in turn I named this purebred German Shephard "Queenie". Of course my name is King and I got fukked with because I guess niggaz thought I was fukkin' my dog and that she was my significant other. Shyt naw but at this time in my life she was/is the truest to me, never clowned on me or judged me at all. I wish humans could see everyone on that level like as animal does. You know no color barriers, because I don't remember ever reading in my history books in school about how a golden cocker spaniel was hanging a black cocker spaniel or how the black cocker spaniels had to shit in the middle of I-20/I-635/I-10 instead of the front yard like all of the other dogs did. You know simple shyt like that. I wish that would equate to us humans but I guess I am getting too preachy right now huh? Neh I can't be, especially since I did have a website once entitled "HellBound Resurrection". :) Some animals don't give a fuk though be a nigga or whiteboy your ass is just as good as food to them. Meat is Meat mayn. LMAO
Shit I got a bit off topic with that huh? Shit, I mean the racism shit is so old and tired. Humans are a far better species than that, I mean one day soon in my lifetime, I hope but is ain't happening, we will wake the hell up. Anyways, back to mah nigga. My father told me that he got her from a lady across the street from my cousin Carol in Ruston. So on top of all of that my dog had that East End Ruston blood in her too. I use to remember going to my cousin's house to visit and go across the street to play with her mother and siblings. Yeah Queenie was loyal, I mean everywhere I went she would go. If I rode a bike, she would run behind me making sure she didn't lose me. And wherever I may have went she stayed outside and waited for me until I came out or called her telling her to come on. She wasn't on a leash, she didn't need to be. She wasn't a ferocious dog at all. She laid her ass in our yard, if you were out of line or whatever she would get wit' cha, if you tried to fukk with me she would get with you. I know a lot who grew up around Main Street in Grambling can testify to that. When I would be down in the dumps and go outside to think she would come rest her head on my lap as to let me know that she feels my pain and that she was there. An amazing animal, I didn't really train her like many people thought though.
Another story that Imma put out there is that we use to get our boogie on. Me and her use to dance a lot. Put on BET and we get our slow jam on. Yeah niggaz I did that, since bitches didn't want to dance with a nigga. So me and my homie chopped it up. Shai was our shit!! LOL That was my homie man...
There is so much more that I can say about her, so much more funny shit I can say about her. But imma hold on to those memories because they make me smile from time to time. I like to zone out and just rewind time in my mind and remember me and her hitting the streets. (damn I just used a lot of "ands" just then huh?!) I remember while coming up there was a movie called: "All Dogs Go To Heaven", well I knew there were parts 1 & 2, part 3 needs to be about my Queenie because I know she resides there. She was with me until about my sophomore year in high school, old age started to bother her. She didn't come running when she heard me about, I could tell that she was hurting and wanted to come to me but her body was just fukkin' with her. I put her food out and she wanted to eat but never did. So after about a week or so I didn't see her anywhere, so I went on a search for her. I went down the railroad tracks and found her dead. I know she didn't get hit by a train, it looked like she just went there and laid down and passed away. I picked her up, and yes she was rotting but I didn't give a fuck...I took her back home and buried her so I knew that if I needed to talk or to think about something positive her spirit would be around. I never really gotten another dog after she passed. Another dog couldn't fill her sho...I mean paws. Her soul was beautiful, yeah you can call me sick for saying that if you wish. I miss her though to this day, I plan on getting her tattooed on mah back. "...she got my back and I got hers..." 1. Luv ya Queenie.
-- Ruston/Grambling Louisiana Part II --
Mayn there is still so much more shyt to talk about from my experiences in these small ass towns. So much in fact that Imma do a "Part II", so grab your nutts off that keyboard nigga and wipe your nutt off too because I know you beat off to these myspace bitches on here. When you are done with that grab some whatever you smoke - sniff - and/or drink on and let's ride. I got more story to tell...
As you should know by now if you have been reading is that I hail from the town which is now a city by the name of Grambling which is home to the late great Eddie Robinson. Nope I didn't graduate from the college of GSU but I always worn gold and black because I am from the city of Grambling. I wasn't some nigga just there for a year or 2 and then claim the G. Most of the shit the big cities have we are just now getting accustomed to in Grambling. For example it took a damn near riot to get a fuckin' Sonic restaurant built there. People were protesting the building of it for crazy reasons and the people in the city like me were like, "Get y'all asses out of the way so we don't have to drive all the way to Ruston to get a burger." Unlike the other Sonic's this one doesn't play that corny beach music it plays hip-hop. I am not a Sonic fan(except for their ice cream) but it was cool to have something like that in town to be able to walk to.
Shout out to Mr. Sims, he gave me my first job at "Pizza Express" which is now Subway in the village. I hate that he closed the Pizza part down I use to always grub there. Pizza Express had its own taste...a nigga now a days is Subway'd out. I remember while I was attending GSU that I would get out of class go eat at my job and later coming in to work. I use to love it when someone ordered some shit and didn't come pick it up....that meant I got to take it home. It was a cool job. Again a thank you goes out to Mr. Sims. Easy delivery job, I know my way all around the G. Tip money was good. Some nights you go straight to the dorm rooms all night which was easy money. Hmmm, I was single at this time...maybe I should've tried to mack 'eh? Sheeeiitt ain't no mackin' going on with a pizza uniform on. LOL
Around the end of October each year GSU has their homecoming which brings a lot of muhfukkas to our city. When this weekend comes I'll say that our city is like a whole different place. I use to go to the homecoming parades all of the time when I was little but I don't do so anymore because my mother is not around. As that use to be our thing that we would do together, shit niggaz didn't have to go far as we had front row seats each year because basically the marching band would be on our front yard. I never went to the games though, shit I never have been to a football game before in my life. GSU is the shit though, maybe if I can fit it in my full-time work schedule I'll go back. Like I said before I would rather much go to school than work myself to death. I am not crazy about football at all, but when Eddie was doing his thing he brought us a lot of attention. And when homecoming does come, the weather on this day is always cold and will chill your nutts off. It may be 100 degrees 6 days of the week before then but homecoming day it will freeze. Grambling is the place to be on this day so if you do come make sure you have some dough so you can enjoy yourself.
-- A Sad Day In Grambling --
<-- is a picture of his fresh gravesite that I took. I wasn't able to go to the funeral because a nigga works 6 days a week and plus the city was jammed like never before I heard. When Mr. Eddie Robinson died in 2006, is was a very sad day for our town. As far as I know while coming up he was synonymous with our town, when you said Grambling his name had to be in your mouth in the next sentence or so. I use to walk by his house all of time, he had a regular house and everyone left him alone. When I mean a regular house I mean just that, like the house(or apartment or mobile home or your box just whatever just home) you are in right now. He didn't have a mansion or a house way off. I saw him a lot and he was never mean to me. He always spoke to me. I use to go to the "Eddie Robinson's Boys/Girls Club" which use to be called the "Wreck" back in the day and he came up there a few times and was very nice. I have no harsh words or feelings towards that man. He basically made Grambling what it is today. God rest his soul. He is also buried where my mother is, next time I go visit I'm guessing his site will have a marker on it. I'll post pics when I see it.
-- Ruston/Grambling LA Part II Concluded --
In all Grambling is a cool place to grow up, even before we got all of the modern shit we have today we made it work. We didn't have McDonald's on every corner, if you wanted a burger you had to make it yourself. No grocery stores, you always had to go to Ruston to get what you needed. It was very country and quiet. People always say that this is a town that you come to when you retire, I agree with that phrase totally. But ain't shit wrong with just growing up there too.
The only thing I would change about my time growing up there would be to do all of my schooling in town. I may not have been so screwed up in the head like I am now if I would have went to Alma J. Brown, Grambling Middle School, and Grambling High School. If I would have done all of that I would most definitely be sitting on a degree from GSU right now. Gold and Black forever...I don't need a degree to say that as it is in my blood. To pass time all niggaz use to do was slam bones, play some ball, or go to the park and chill. We don't have movie theaters. Just grab a cold one sit back and chill. That is how to live with no stress just enjoy that day because the next is not given to you as a given. And on that I'll close this chapter...but before I do...hold on...
-- A Quik Shout Out To Griffs --
Yeah I had to send some love to one of my favorite places to get food from. When I made my move to LA(Louisiana), my family quickly turned me on to "Griffs". People from around this area in Ruston knows that this is on the Westsyde of Ruston on California Avenue I believe. You can get full off of the burgers here. Shit I know the look of the place hasn't changed in 20 years. Get a "Monster Meal" and you should be full for the rest of the day. Neh the food ain't healthy but shit the shit that is good for you cost an arm and a leg. Fukked up though that the shit that is good for you cost so much but the shit that is harmful to you is dirt cheap. That is the way of the world I guess. Anyways much love goes out to this burger joint. Before I end this section, I wanna say that I thought this place was only a Ruston-thang but I saw one in Texas before. That's it...for my this section.
-- Tha New South & Tha Jena 6 --
Yeah I hail from the south, not DEEP south but the south all the same. I know by now that at least 90% of us has heard about what is going on in Jena Louisiana right? Well at least I hope so, this is not some minor shit that is going on as I believe most of the nation and world should know something about it so that saves me from having to get my Wolf Blitzer on and recap it for you. Imma just give you my take on it.
From what I got from it, at Jena High School there was a tree that the students would hang out under. White students were typically the ones who would stand under this tree and max out. Nothing wrong there right? Just some students chilling under a tree. You can't tell me that if you were/are in a high school that it is not mixed with whites, blacks, latinos, etc...and the cafeteria wasn't self-segregated. Back when I went to school it was like that but I don't think it was intentional but more so that is how it was. You had the white table and black table. Nothing was ever said about that and I don't remember any beefs breaking out over that. Anyways back to what I was saying, nothing is wrong with anybody sitting under a tree. Just one day I guess some peeps(blacks) wanted to chill out under that same tree and I assume they did because the nooses being hung on that tree didn't come into play until the next day.
The whites...I'll say some or one of the white students took offense to this and decided to take it upon themselves to send a message to the "niggers" at the school by going to school early one morning or late night to hang the nooses under this tree. As I assume that this was a message saying, "this is the only way you'll hang out under this tree..." Of course I am paraphrasing with that line but you know what I mean.
That is a real fukked up thing to do considering it was a shade tree peeps were trying to hang out under. And what nigga would take that? Seeing those nooses the day after you hung out under that tree, if I were in their shoes or mindset I would've beat somebody's ass too. Damn shame mayn all of that over a tree. One day the human race will wake up. Racism is so fukkin' old and stupid. Too many good people trying to make peace lost over true stupidity. One day we need to let it all go. Money and Racism will be the cause of our extinction one day. Now that we have nuclear weapons that isn't a far-fetched scenario if you truly sit there and think about it. You hate somebody based on skin tone, skin us all right now and we would be the same then but some ignorant fool would find something to quarrel about.
When all of that shit went down it couldn't do anything but garner national attention based on the fact that it happened down south. Where racism is still very much alive, right now if you would catch a ride with me I can show you where they hold klan(KKK) rallies.
The whole racism thing is very stupid and Imma quote Eddie Griffin: (paraphrasing of course)"...of course there are other beings on other planets...the reason why you don't seem them come here is because bad news travels fast...we are known in the galaxy as the FUCKED UP PLANET!!!..." Anyways, racism is here to stay and will be here after we are all dead and gone. Stupid shit that we humans really need to let go off.
-- A True Pussy --
Queenie was my dog...I guess I'll say that Precious is my dawg too because she acts more dawg than cat anyways. My family basically adopted her from my sister's house as we were visiting one day. Don't really know what drew us to her, as she was only a couple of days old. I guess we decided to raise her, because her mother had like 10 babies and come to find out now they are all dead except for the one we got. So my baby is a survivor and that is why she is "Precious".
My bytch is also a certified gangsta O.G. kitty. Don't fukkin walk in my house and she don't know your ass. If you do then she gonna let you know who runs shyt around that bytch...and that is her...shit mah nigga I haven't paid a bill in years. Bitch got big bank and a big bite to go along with it. If you wanna send me a message homie you are better off sending a homing pigeon my way because bitch got my back! So I guess you can say that I have 2 pussies in the bed with me when I sleep at night. LOL Anyways, as I was going around MySpace looking at all of these sucky ass pages and shit filled with apps, my nigga wanted to let you all know something...and this some real shit....:
King Bling y'all!! LMFAO