keeping up with jones

i can remember that damn thing like it was yesterday. it was summer 2003.
virginia was hot as hell - and the social scene was unfolding before my eyes and i was wide open to everything life had to bring my way. i stayed in college park at UVa with the bruhs (eta sigma chapter) in apartment 413 - i think, quite the stanktuary.

she stayed there too. this is that summer every college student hopes happens to them before graduation. the summer all professional men and women look back n and remember life wasn't always about meeting quotas and punching in numbers.

this was a summer of trips to dc - poetry - creating lives for kissing couples in concert hall parking lots - and finding tea spots throughout the city that would allow us to smoke - because we associated smoking with a freedom that only existed in the 60's. And you taught me how to smoke newports - and i provided a laugh every once in a while - and even last minute rides from richmond when you needed an escape. we found couches to live on and cobblestone walkways on which we'd dance and run in the rain.

i know this summer existed - i have poetry written on the back of notecards and receipts to prove it. i have pictures you took of me on my camera to prove it. i have black spots on my lung - probably - to prove that summer existed.

i never coughed when we smoked. you put me on to little red corvette by prince - and i'd drop you off for your EARLY AS FXCK summer school classes. and as long as we didn't call each other boyfriend/girlfriend of any kind - we were happy. i think we may have created our own little hippie world of sorts. we were just happy being free and smoking cigarettes.

we were what books are made of. and now we are friends who seldom speak - but we don't find the need to. we find each other at obama rallies and picket lines and the occasional poetry spot serving up hot tea and desserts to the bourgeois intellectuals we have become.

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and it's funny because i just finished listening to miles davis - and all this came to me - and it's 5:51am...
so i'm gonna go...

for the past few weeks there's a quote that's been fxcking around in my head - making itself known every chance it gets. it goes a little something like this:

i know how I love you and how much I love you, but I cannot sacrifice my inner freedom for you; it means sacrificing my self, and I am the most important thing in the world, as I have already told you.
-che guevara

and it's not there because i just read it a few weeks ago. the truth is i ready it years ago. it's in my head because i keep running into folks who can't seem to grasp this. let's do a quick case study using GIRL 1:

Girl 1 can't seem to wrap it around her mind that i will not make her a priority in my life, whether i'm a priority in her life or not. i did no ask - nor will i ask to become a priority in her life - and i let her know in the very beginning that she will not be one in mine. and it's definitely not because i'm an asshole - or just some random jerk. it's simply because it is not in my nature. i am an aquarius male & an ENFP (look it up).

and i'm not saying this is how things will always be - truthfully, i hope not. but this is how shxt is right now.

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a quick note about a man's diet and the girl who wants to catch and possibly swallow:

i was on the red line train headed to hollywood and vine - and i overheard two loud, hood chicas discussing what i thought was taboo in public forums. but apparently not.

girl one: so i let him do it, and it tasted like salt and butter.

girl two: ewww. he needs to get that together.

fellas: we gotta do better with our diets if she want to be talked about in a good light.
and i can't speak for everyone, but i do the things i do because i want to be talked about to her friends and family and even the chicks she want to make jealous. so those things include:

EATING THE RIGHT THINGS TO MAKE SURE MY SEMEN IS DESIRABLE BY ALL WHO SEEK TO DISCOVER.

pork, salts, asparagus and things of those sorts have been moved to the side. and i don't have a high acidic intake. too much acid in the diet can leave burns in the vagina and cheek after you 'shoot' in there. TRUE STORY.

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so to close:

'if every [dude] in your clique is rich - your clique is rugged.
nobody would fall 'cause everyone would be each others' crutches'
- jay-z