I speak like muhfuckas even read my Moleskine entries. Oh well this shit is cathartic and if I actually did go to a shrink I'd probably end up here eventually. Call it proactive- no acne.
So I'm here in San Diego and it's hella foggy out. My love/hate relationship with fog is two fold; it makes me T.R.O.Y. about my times living in the bay area and all that goodness that accompanies living near one of the coolest cities on the planet, yet sadly, all those memories include a girlfriend of six years that I am no longer with. I still can't figure out if I should be married to her by now or if I should have killed that shit three years earlier. Either way I am singling and mingling at the moment... but it's still nice to come home to a pretty face at night.
Speaking of that evil woman that we shall not name, a couple of months ago I sent her an e-mail saying I was never going to talk to her again and that I was finally getting my life back on track. Of course when she gets that e-mail, she decides to call and re-establish some kind of relationship with me. The intial reaction was "funk that", but I quickly remembered I'm a big kid now and had the "talk" with her after nine months. I could tell she's still in love with me. That feels kinda cool I guess. We're friends to say the least, and I think she's still hoping for the romantic ending where I save her and we get married and have like six kids and live happily ever after. On to the next one...
Now the actual reason for this post, two days ago was the Day of the Dead. I'd bust the spanish translation but nahhhh. I wanted something to commemorate my mothers 's life/death, originally I had planned portraits on my back but decided a sacred heart would be just as dope being that she was catholic and such. Here's what the final product came out as:
Apologies for the plastic wrap, I was bleeding. So now for the rest of my life, I get to look at a really cool tribute to my mother. The banner through the heart reads "Momma's Boy" because sadly I was in fact a momma's boy. I'm happy with the outcome, just imagine what it's gonna look like in about a week when it's healed.
I think Nov. 2nd is a great day to celebrate the death of our loved ones, the day used to scare and confuse me but now that I understand what it means to have loved ones pass away it feels acceptable to participate.
Theme Music- A Tribe Called Quest- 4 Moms.
