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Sex That Never Happened – by Relentless Aaron

relentless aaron random sexcapadesTHIS NEVER HAPPENED!
I didn’t get a text 3 hours ago. The text never said “I’m unhappy. For Ten years” And I never replied “TEN YEARS WITHOUT SEX???” And this wasn’t a reader/no really… It wasn’t that fan-sex I could write a few more books about. That would be too easy. Yes, she bought a book from me recently; or, if this was real she WOULD have bought a book from me, but for all intents and purposes she said (or never said) “I didn’t even read it yet.”
No, I can’t tell you the woman’s name because it never really happened and so I don’t really know her name. And she never said “Oops my husband’s coming, see you in a few.” On top of all that, I never gave her my address and never did she roll up in her expensive new SUV… And I didn’t give her a hug to greet her. I also did not welcome her with the question “so when did you decide you wanted to fuck me?” She never stepped up into my crib and she never said “oh what a surprise this is. Not what I expected but exactly what I would expect from you because you’re so different.” By the way I never asked her “So is this another fan I’m meeting, and am I going to take advantage of you?”
I never asked that question and she never replied with “you don’t have to take anything because I’m giving it to you.” And I never said “oh my” afterwords. I never indulged in smalltalk and my mind was not focused on what those big jugs looked like unleashed and smothering me. Furthermore, I never expressed to her that she had such kissable lips and I never indulged in a first kiss, especially after meeting her so randomly. Since I might have been sitting down, she never got on her knees to see eye-to-eye with me and her hands did not wander to my nether regions. Again, let me be clear that this never happened and we never tongue-wrestled. Never.So she never said “when you gonna show me the rest of your place?” And since this never happened, I really could not show her 12 bedrooms, a pool, and the Jacuzzi. I could never do that because it is not possible, because its all in my imagination. If we were to arrive in my bedroom we would have to get past the kitchen and her questions about my cooking. But since this is all a fantasy, that  didn’t happen either. I never bent her over my bed or pulled her top off or unleashed the beasts she calls breasts. I never did that just like I never spanked her and never turned out all of the lights except for the black light over my bed.
No, that was not me hobbling out of my sweat pants, through my home to turn on my Maxwell channel on Pandora. That was not me. This did not happen. It’s all a figment of my imagination. Back in the bedroom she was not moaning and I did not reach between her legs and feel an oven. I did not do that, it did not happen because this is all a fantasy.
In fact I am just a great big liar and these things do not happen to me. I am just a feeble, demented introvert who people think is boring, who is a failure, who thinks he lives what he writes. Furthermore, the truth is, I’m a hard-working man and have no time for such shenanigans.
In fact the screaming and the cackling going on in my bed had to be from the roosters nearby. Even though they usually do their thing in the wee hours of the morning, and that this was around 8pm, thats the only explanation I can come up with for those eerie sounds. Those sexual overtures. There’s just no way that such noise… those carnal sounds could be from a woman who doesn’t exist, who never text messaged me a couple of hours earlier. Yes I would’ve loved to have her do all of the things that are unfamiliar to her… I would’ve loved to freak her like a Prince record, giving her orgasm after orgasm, something she only imagined in the back of her mind. But, I’m stir-crazy and what I would have done could not be possible tonight because this simply did not happen. If I were to count 12 orgasms people would think I’m lyin and so the truth of the matter is that I am a liar, she did not climax so many times, and she did not beg for more. In fact, since a few days ago was my birthday, and since that random encounter was more about her than about me, well, then what happened tonight could not really be considered the “birthday sex” that I so deserved.
whose panties by relentless aaronAfter we got dressed, or if this had been the scenario, she did not stutter and stammer and experience loss of breath. She did not do that while uttering “wow wow wow wow wow” for at least five minutes. She did not do that because this did not happen. As a matter of fact I did not tell her “you need to get up outta here. And you need to remember this did not happen.” And no she did not say “oh but u can bet this is gonna happen again!” If this were to happen I would give my visitor a hug and get back to work. But since it didn’t happen I’m glad I’ve been productive for the last few minutes and glad I could share my sheer imagination with you. And remember, please… This is all just one great big lie. #relentless

— in Conyers, GA.

THE NEXT DAY, I received this message:

I’m guessing, since she knows I’m a writer and that I told her I’d be writing about this, she wanted to import her thoughts. So, in the name of expression/hers, here it go.

“I thought I had seen and done it all….and then there was Relentless. I bought his book to please him but didn’t think he would end up pleasing me. Plus I know how it is being an artist trying to get you’re stuff out there and make a living. Guess we’re kind of kindred spirits in that respect…and a few others. As I read his posts I began to get an inside view to his personality. Cool, determined, hard working, driven, Relentless. What I wasn’t expecting was his desire for companionship. One would think such a fine brother with all those good qualities would be otherwise occupied. One would think. Birthday boy let the cat out of the bag by expressing his need for sexual fulfillment. An area i am well versed, yet in great need of as well. Kindred spirits. I went out on a limb, risking rejection to make that connection. We met. We talked quite easily and comfortably. The atmosphere was warm, secluded, perfect. I did everything that was asked of me. Obedient. On my knees I came within centimeters of his soft lips. Warm atmosphere turned fervent. A kiss so passionate I’ll keep longing to repeat. We migrated to a cozy enclave that made it effortless to release all inhibitions. And that we did. His length and girth rendered me speechless. The things he did with his fingers are truly a mystery. What skill. The feeling of him entering me…priceless. And then there was that one thing….yeah that thing…new, foreign, crazy, surprising… And now I know why he is called Relentless.”

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Black Pain – Redux





This is us perpetuating something known as “Black Pain.”



“BLACK PAIN” is a term I learned from Terrie Williams. Terrie is a liaison (I like to call her) to the stars. She handled publicity, and practically managed people like Johnny Cochran, Eddie Murphy, and the long list of celebs we all know. I’m grateful to know Terrie as somewhat of an industry associate, since she happens to be from my hometown, Mt Vernon, since she’s a fellow author who has also received awards at the world’s biggest book convention, since, since I’m friends with her nephew, and since I’ve taxied her thru the streets of NY (once) and should I mention (of course) I’ve also read her first book “Personal Touch.” The book changed my life, as well as so many others. One of Terrie’s other books is called “Black Pain,” ho we hide our problems, pressures and imperfections. While Black Pain has become that terminology that

addresses our saying (to the world at large) “I’m perfectly okay,” (even when we’re not) I’ve seen it as a cancer in another ways, how we adopt that “fuck you I don’t need you” attitude, which often times escalates into beef, or just two parties going their separate ways and not building together for greater rewards. In other words, we don’t know how to communicate, and so we snap and (by default) adopt the “fuck-it/fuck-you/I don’t need you” state of mind.
I’ve seen it in the most PRIZED HUMAN BEINGS, who on one side can show the world their star-attitude, and hidden from the world is the Screenshot 2014-01-14 02.54.41ugly side that one or two people might have privilege to experience. Yes, this happens with lovers alot, ESPECIALLY Black lovers. But White folk are SO different! White folk can cuss each other out, and be friends the next day, as if they were from the same parents. White folk will fight one day and buddy-up the next. Hell, White divorce (not in every case) can even find the former Mr & Mrs at a restaurant dining with the new counterparts, as if its one big happy family. Can Black folk get along like that? Maybe in isolated circumstances, where there’s a convenient stream of revenue? Say, like in the Quincy Jones family?

I don’t need to ask why we do this because I know well why we do this. We easily adopt to a state of denial because of the pain. it may be the pain of loss or discouragement or some past experience that has shown us hurt for disease. and this disease is horribly viral; it even spreads into other ways and means in how we deal and communicate with one another, other religions and nationalities as well. Blacks frown on Mexicans. And Mexicans speak their language rebelliously or to keep secrets. if it’s not the nationalities or the color lines then it is classizm, where we judge the next person based on how they dress or what car they drive or whether they live in a high-rise, in a mansion, or in a motorhome. Its so much deeper than this surface conversation, precisely when it reaches into the “frames” that we grew up in (the what, where, who and how we believe) and adopted and perpetuated over the decades, even by no fault of our own.

You read months ago where I was in the Jacuzzi with (I’ll call her “SheMan”) and i offered her a book that might help her in her weightlifting

passions, only to have her Black-out and spit a couple of hood-heavy quotes at me: “I ain’t got time fo’ that” and “miss me with that bullshit,” she blurted; a woman clearly brainwashed by reality shows and hiphop radio… #nutcase And that nonsense took place because I offered her a free book???

On other occasions things do get colorful. in a Black/White way. i’m in Starbucks a lot and there’s a few pretty Black women (or so they’d like to believe) who will immediately run to the White guy (likely any White guy?) who she assumes can offer her assistance before running to me, the “Black guy,” who respectively may (and I said MAY) have more resources than 3 White guys. Depends on who they are and what those resources are, of course. But the Black woman will pass right by me for something as simple as helping them get online with a computer or, it could be more complicated where I need to go and get my jumper cables to help them get their car started. I mean, Black men have jumper cables too, don’t they? (Not to mention cars.) I remember on one occasion when a guy couldn’t turn his car alarm off and I walked up to his expression that was in fear of me rather than recognizing my ability to assist him. So, no this is not just a male/female practice, but I must admit it will be the females who commit to these acts of bias or they easily surrender to the “default” and practice that they know so well;

a practice that women not only inflict on one another, but one that we also know as “The Willie Lynch Syndrome” whereas light-skinned Blacks and Dark-Skinned Blacks engage in a sort of in-fighting.

I mean, I am keeping in mind that my current surroundings are the deep South, and that the deep South has its own past as well as its own pace and progression, whether you consider that fast or slow is subjective and irrelevant. So much is random today, so I cannot generalize and say that “all of the South is ignorant” or that “all of the South likes to dance or prefers pick up trucks and pork ribs,” but then again certain geographical areas have certain trends and practices. We at least have got to know that. We’ve at least gotta know that there are arteries of hate that exist in our day-to-day surroundings. You’d be blind not to realize it.

I know two specific incidents where a woman has passed over me to either ask for advice or help or resources from a White guy, only to have that same man turn to ask me for the help/information/ resources that she wanted from him! A few other Black women seem to have it in their constitution where they refuse to talk to Black men. Instead of smile when they pass… instead of engage in any conversation for whatever reason, those same women will easily surrender or submit to conversation with Mr. White, even if I happened to personally know him to be a pervert. Funny also, how the same women frown upon other Black women their tastes and clothes or coffee. Again, so many variations to this puzzle, and too broad and too complex to address it all in short report. But it is interesting to see the expressions on the faces of OTHER women when they see me engaging with upward-mobile/progressive women who DO know me and who DO speak to me and show me love. (hugs, kisses, etc)
The expressions change at that point: “what does she know that I don’t know?”
Family, there are just so many levels to how people interact. however, at least in this note I am addressing our “Black pain.”because where Terrie says her “Black Pain” is that hidden hurt that festers inside of us/even when we are very hurt, hidden by our smiles and such, our “Black Pain” as a people is also hidden, and carries a heavy burden and yet (at least to me) so very obvious.

I have a client who is a black man, stuck in his ways, his fancy car and traditional ways and means; and the day we met he told me straight up “I usually do not do business with black people.” By the way he’s still a client to this day, so I must have some extreme talent to overcome his personal cancer. #takingbow But we have all seen many occasions where Black women refuse to date Black men. Forget about the Law of Correspondence that keeps us all together, clustered and in agreement with one another, whether you are a group of doctors, farmers, lawyers, a group of Blacks, Whites, Asians, Hispanics or Africans… Forget all of that common, everyday practice that has been in existence since the beginning of time. Sure, go deep into your denials and your futile fight… that uphill climb. Forget all of that scientific fact.
What this boils down to is very clear to me. I could dissect situations like these all day long and weed out the seeds of bias and hatred, jealousy, envy and even misery. I receive none of that however because (as you may already know) I have been there and done that in my life. I am successful, traveled, connected, skilled, and a sponge of good and bad experiences. It’s also easy for me to pick out the confused

folk, and I can easily give them a pass because they know not what or why they do what they do. I either love them like they are, or love them from a distance. For me, its “live & let live.” Always.

Meanwhile, all of these encounters, have however taught me so much about human beings. when you get here to where I am in life you can look at things with that transparent power, its a resource unlike any other. You begin to accept people for who and how they are. If some random Black woman mows me down to get to the “other guy,” and decides to try and milk that his brain for information he may not even have, then so be it. Maybe he has time to ponder about the things she’s pondering about. And they both can wonder and ponder together. They both can go into the great blue “wonder,” so to speak. In some instances they may be saving me quality time because I see that as an important resource of mine. Time and time well-spent. Thats time I give to my clients; when they pay me to do this, I do this, this and THAT. Even if they are unappreciative, eventually they see it. On the other hand, you could be allowing me room to concentrate on the work I’m doing. either way, I look at it all and laugh and I make assessments and it all accumulates and broadens my perspective on life and how people tick. And let’s keep it real, understanding how people tick is what makes a great writer; a great creator.

So while you read this, and if you’re lookin for typos, but for your want to criticize me, I should say: you’re welcome, thank u and I appreciate u. My life is not about embracing your issues or your lack of communication. If I can’t help you then I’ll do just like the Romans and surrender to this “Black Pain practice;” I’ll “mind my business and be on my way. And do I feel slighted by the woman running away from me? Do I feel hurt that she has gravitated to where she feels there are resources? Am I bothered when you go into default mode and say “to hell with him and his talent and his experience I can get it somewhere else?” or “I don’t do business with Black people…” or “I don’t date Black men;” am I concerned that you have accepted the practice of miscommunication and have easily embraced your Black pain-default switch? Family, I am neither slighted, bothered or concerned with why we act the way we do. Again, I merely laugh at it and learn from it and groom my own understanding of how you to pick.

Somebody out there is saying “he thinks he knows it all.”

And you know what, considering my successes and my failures, my strong relationships and my weak ones, my firm following and my fickle fellowship, you’re absolutely right: I do know it all. I know all there is to know about me, what I want in my life, and how I choose to deal with others. What I don’t know, I am learning by enjoying it as if this life was all improv, preparing me in my scripted, continued navigation thru the dark and the light. I know I went in deep on disparities in communication amongst our own, but that’s what it is folks. This is our truth. The comics tell jokes about it. The movies dramatize it. I write it in all of its painful detail. If you fit the shoe, it’s yours. You own it. whatcha gonna do about it? You gonna change the way you communicate? Hmmm… not if you’re set in your ways!
Family, I’ll tell you this: If we don’t start looking at people for who they are as a whole, as opposed to some shallow perspective, such as what they wear or how they look, then we are performing at a shallow rate of humanity. if we don’t start communicating a little better instead of cowering into the corner when communication goes sour, then we really don’t know how to love. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter what color you are, what age you are, or what your sex and religion is… it doesn’t matter if you live in New York or Atlanta, Cali or Boston… It only matters that you are part of the light.
#Relentless #terriewilliams #blackpain

Burning Desire by Relentless Aaron

After a time the two drinks we had shared inside the restaurant began to wear, however I could feel myself turning to

Burning Desire by Relentless Aaron

putty in Dante’s hands. Even while we were still parked in his truck I could sense sorrow from aura; no tears, just the whole head-down and filled with remorse. It had a powerful effect on me, whereas I just wanted to lean over and hug this man, someone I hardly knew. One thing I did know was that I had to stop pretending. I’m way less than the scandalous bitch I sometimes project, and for the most part I like to keep it real at all times. So, maybe this was something like Universal Law—what comes around, goes around.


I eventually reached over and rubbed Dante’s hand, tryin’ to sooth him. Then I reached for his shoulders. It was the first time we got to really connect, so I felt that trembling when I get all nervous with a guy. I hesitated and took big swallows of air at that point.

“You okay, Dante’? You need anything? Anything I can do?”

He cleared his throat and didn’t look at me straight on. His hand went to his face so that I couldn’t see his eyes. I could only imagine the pain that he’d endured in the past months, and I got to askin’ myself why I had to test him like I did. Damn. My hands automatically rubbed more of him until I was feeling up his neck. My other hand smoothed along the opposite side of his face. Eventually, I pulled him into my embrace. It was a little difficult in the front of the truck with the emergency break and all, but damned if I wasn’t gonna maneuver here to try’n make things better.

“It’s gonna be alright, boo. I didn’t mean to come at you so hard,” I said. “And I should know better, because I been there.”

Dante’ hugged me tighter and I felt his empathy towards my past issues, but I wasn’t interested in talking about my past; since that would confuse things. After all, wasn’t this moment all about Dante’? Pacifying his sorrows.

At least ten minutes of cuddling passed before I broke down. No act here. Dante’ really had an impact on me.

I couldn’t help what came out of my mouth next:

“Do you want some company tonight?”

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Just Chillin in Starbucks, and Look What Happens?! It’s Called Attraction!

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Interesting thing about marketing, brand-building and having “the formula:” it seems everything (yes, EVERYTHING) tends to fall into place like clockwork. Dr. Wilder (my chiropractor/client of all people) says this morning (right after “cracking” my neck and back) “You have the formula, and you’re lucky. Just continue giving people value.” I think about that and it really sticks. That is what I do everyday; I give “value.” I go above and beyond the call of duty. I am quite “selfless.” and the love in return is unmatched. I don’t know how to explain it, and I care not to. This has happened all my life, how I’m this “magnet” of energy that draws “goodness & mercy.” When I was supposed to die, I didn’t. When I was supposed to lose, I won. When it seemed like there was no answer, an answer came. I can ball it up into what I call “my secret.” But that might be too commercial for you to accept. (Some of you, anyhow.) But the truth is in the results, the response and the blessings that come with all that. I have been in the absolute most remote places on the planet, and I have been blessed in those places. I have been dealt the most death-defying odds over and over and over again. I use to have sleep apnea, and have crashed vehicles 5 times. FIVE. No, scratch that… it was FOUR times. The FIFTH TIME, I actually recognized how I was falling asleep, and I let my niece/a licensed driver to take the wheel. In the passengers seat, knocked out, I hear a crash, I’m jolted into the reality that we were in that FIFTH accident. Yes, (John Wayne voice) “get the fuck outta here death!” There was the time I randomly climbed Bear Mountain in upstate NY… just took a random drive, off season, found myself climbing up the mountain… 3 hours later I run into a devoted Relentless Reader AT THE TOP! Just WILD!

And then there is the press… it’s as if THEY are hunting ME!

Even if by coincidence, the New York Times article, the Daily News Article… both of those feature stories were RANDOM! I was minding my business, on the corner of 58th street, selling books, when the NYT Reporter, Cory, seized MY moment and jumped on the Relentless historic bandwagon. The Daily News reporter did the same when I was on the corner of 34th & 7th selling books. BOOM. Page 11. And for the record, you either gotta kill somebody, or BE killed to get on any of those first 10 pages of one of the worlds largest newspapers.

Well, the trend carries on; in 2010, WORLDS away from NYC, in Conyers Georgia, some of the locals call the police because I’m in Starbucks too much, because my computer’s too big, and because my motor home is too big. Well, that sent the police callin, which subsequently sent the newspaper reporter over, and that resulted in a front page article in the Rockdale Citizen, a paper where many racist, unfriendly remarks were posted in the un-policed/unbridled OpEd section. That article, complete with photo, made it to the front page of the paper on Christmas day 2010. (Exhale) And now this, the other day… I thought nothing of it when the kid walked up to me and asked “What are your wishes for the New Year?” And here we go again, back in the paper. I get press and I don’t even try. I wish I could find a dedicated woman as easy. Just sayin! #relentless

I Know You Very Well…

Screen Shot 2013-12-30 at 7.43.14 PMI know you very well, even though we’ve never met. Your voice is my melody, even though its merely digital. I feel your heartbeat against my face, its the tempo of my fantasies. No playing, I’d rather keep you as my living, breathing dream come true than screw it all up in real-life. Just felt like going there today, glad you are my song #relentless

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What A Year To Be Relentless!

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IF YOU ASKED ME TO RECALL things that took place during 2013 it might not be scripted in an organized timeline. However, I can recall details from way back or up close and recent. I don’t know what thats about/something like being near-sighted or far-sighted maybe? But, hey I’m grateful for my documenting life along the way. Thankful that I have the equipment, the knowhow and the passion to stay consistent. I feel like I’m part reporter, part life coach, part entertainer, part good samaritan. All in all, I’m enjoying life in all of its randomness, being resourceful as possible with what I’ve got. Enjoy with me, won’t you?



I WAS SITTING WITH A GOOD FRIEND THIS MORNING… she’s the kind of friend I can tell anything to, who I can share things with that I can’t even share with you guys. We talked about (what else) SMOKE & MIRRORS and falsehoods. Talking about these things helps keep our tools sharp. And in life, you’ve GOT to keep those tools at the ready, both (mentally & physically).

Folks, many of us may NEVER realize the smoke & mirrors in our lives because we’re so deep into the thick of things. The reality of it all… the clocks we know in life, such as bills, such as responsibilities; things such as mortality… all of these priorities embrace us and suffocate us, both. Some of us engage knowingly, while others get sucked in and we’re numb to it all. So, what if you lose it all? What if you can no longer afford the lifestyle you’re living? What if the rug is pulled out from under you? What if your health fails you? Will you really know who your true friends are? Would you then know who your real family is? Would you even be able to pull YOURSELF out of the psychosis we know to be fancy cars, bling and expensive surplus lifestyles???


Imagine me immersed in a $3,400-per-month rental/a lavish high-rise with views of 3 states, luxury SUVs, expensive restaurants and neighbors who are rappers, lawyers, doctors, etc. For reasons that could’ve been forecasted, I come home to my wife of 13 years to explain:
“Baby, have a seat. I love you very much. I love the life we’ve created. Our children. Our future. But we’ve got to downsize and scale back on expenses. We’re makin $10,000 a month, but we’re spending $11,000. I feel trapped; like I have a noose around my neck.”
Then I pulled out a list of our expenses, with the high-rise rental at the top. The largest expense that earned us no equity, but was instead draining my #breadwinner pockets

“I’m not moving back to the Bronx,” she said.
I told her, “It doesn’t hafta be the Bronx. Just anywhere that won’t cost us so much.”
She didn’t think hard before she said, “Well, YOU can leave, but I’m not goin anywhere.”
One or two days after that conversation, my belongings were packed recklessly in a half-dozen Hefty bags by the door.


Forget about all I sacrificed to get to this point. Forget the status quo lifestyle, the fancy SUVs and penthouse sex parties. Forget about the neighbors and what they think; or our friends and the idea of failure. Forget all that shit. What just happened here? My body sensed it first, but my mind quickly caught up with the realization that I………I was….my God, I’m losing…….. my family. The allegiance I had grown with my children was stripped from me, suddenly ejected from the pilot-seat and out of the plane. I remember holding my daughter in my one hand when she was born and pressing my little baby boy’s tummy/helping him shit because his food hadn’t digested well. I remember my boy still in his playpen, but gifted enough to reach up…crawl up on our waterbed to grab my toe while me and his mom were…I remember naming my daughter “Fortune” because she was “priceless” and that there was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for her, including committing bank fraud. All of that was now gone/just a memory as I slept days and nights in my new reality, the comfortable Chevy Yukon XL. Large enough to tow a staff of women to Texas or New Orleans to sell books, and now convenient and warm enough to shelter me from New York’s winter chill.
Sure, the phone was still ringing and the office was still afloat. Now, more than ever I could dive into my work. And earnings were never better. My mojo was never stronger. My resilience was never more unrelenting. But no matter how much I was designed to get up when knocked down… no matter how I had my back against the wall… no matter how many past references of survival I could call upon, the bottom line here was I was on the losing end of the biggest tragedy. For when you don’t have family, or legacy or support, what do you really wake up for? Where are those celebrity neighbors now? Where are those strap-hangers? What good is “Avalon-living” if but for finances you lose it all? Family included? I know people who STILL can’t get the Avalon out of their mouths, even when in some OTHER/unrelated conversation, still leaning on that BS status, well after they too came to grips with the reality of “unaffordable housing.” Let it go. You don’t realize the foolery of the trap until you’re far and away from it. Its no different from the affluent, well-spoken lawyer who I know, living in a big ole mansion here in Georgia, mortgaged to the neck, only to get “checked” by a Marshal at 6 or 7am, knocking at the door, eviction notice in hand.

Yes indeed, I’ve seen it all. Smoke & Mirrors. You THINK you got friends and family, only up until the moment you lose it… only up until you lose your job or your bank account dries up. That, as they say, is REAL TALK.


Absolutely. Before you check your relationship; before you sign IN to a relationship, you better knock on the walls to make sure that shit is real. What happens if you’re suddenly hospitalized? Do you have a soldier (or soldier-girl) by your side, or just a fair-weather fellow? You’re buying gifts and whatnot for people, but how do you know they won’t betray you when the shit hits the fan? And, check it, they may not even be bad people. They may MEAN well. But, how many of us can admit, that while we’re great people down deep, sometime we fuck shit up and make fucked up decisions at the surface, right before we blame it all on someone else? Can you be honest with yourself on that?
Once you’ve checked your relationships (and your relation-shits) how about stopping some clocks that force you to work so hard/that tiring, futile energy we spend that seems to be taking us nowhere but to the dead end? And how do we know its a dead end? How about looking at someone who’s doing what YOU’RE doing, only they’ve been doing it 10 years longer. Are they in a position you wish to be in 10 years from now? And if you plan on doing it different, what is your plan? Do you HAVE a plan, or are you merely playing it by ear? How long you gonna hold onto that title loan, making excuses as to why you still wanna use the money, rationalizing that the use of the money is worth the high-interest you’re paying? Somehow, you need to stop some clocks in your life, or at least secure residual incomes that support the chains and shackles that currently hold you down. With some of those money woes out of the way, you will be able to breathe easier, even if you hafta go to great lengths to get it done. As time goes on, you will SIMPLIFY MORE OF YOUR LIFE and you will see the confusion you left behind/not to mention the confusion others embody. And the confusion you see in others will annoy you to the point that you will try and separate or insulate yourself from THEIR nonsense because (quite simply) you’ve been there/done that. Who in the world wants to digress, after you’ve gone thru so much to rise? You ‘gone LEARN what a reality check is! GOOD MORNING! *SIDENOTE: After my relocation to ATL and our inevitable divorce, she ended up moving back to the Bronx, ANYWAY. #amazingpeople


IN ORDER TO BE A CHAMPION, a WINNER, SUCCESSFUL, you must FIRST THINK and KNOW and HAVE FAITH IN the state, the mannerisms, and the thought process of your intended outcome. SO, YOU WANNA BE A WINNER? THEN ACT LIKE A WINNER. WALK LIKE A WINNER. TALK THAT WINNER’S TALK! Do winners experience stress? Sure! We fall off from time to time. But it don’t take much to jump back into that state because its something we’re familiar with. We already KNOW we’re winners. And so winning comes naturally.

BTW: To WIN doesn’t mean earn incredible amounts of money and fame. WINNING, my friend, may just be your ability to go to sleep and wake up with a fulfilling smile. WINNING might be the rewards you achieve as a result of your hard work. A satisfied customer. A phone call from a loved one. WINNING, as subjective as the term is, can simply mean you walking thru a field and knowing that everything is perfect, no matter the turbulence. It could be you having a moment to meditate/feeding into that Godly energy that we all share. WINNING, in my opinion, means HAPPY, HEALTHY & INSPIRED. And thats how you’re feeling, ISN’T IT! WELL THEN, GOOD MORNING WINNER! #Relentless



MY FRIENDS are the best. Last night I e2013-03-11 friends visit relentless aaronntertained my buddy Jim Boothy, visiting all the way from Scotland. Got to make my best dish (the fried rice) and there’s some video footage of us singing “Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word.” And were we EVER sorry! lol What a glass of wine can do to “enhance” a dinner engagement! Its been such a great FIRST QUARTER; loss, renewing, blessings, connectivity… but FRIENDS! LOVE YOU ALL. When you’re in Atlanta you MUST catch up with me so we can have some quality time together. Hell, if Jim can make it here from Scotland, you think you can give it a try (from here in the States?) Just sayin. GOOD MORNING AGAIN WORLD of CHAMPIONS!!

GOT MY WORK CUT OUT FOR ME TODAY. Filming a commercial that mimics the old Batman series & his building climb. Green screen/lighting/shotlist… shit that companies spend thousands of dollars to produce/I do on the cheap. Why do I do these things??? #relentless


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