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Posted by Relentless on June 8th, 2008
The world breaks down to this: POPCORN. PORN. PURPOSE. That is, 1) FAKE SHIT, 2) SEX/TEMPTATION, 3) FOCUSED, GOAL-ORIENTED ON THE RIGHT PATH #Happy
Okay one more post then DINNER! Today I was given a case of #Skittles it reminded me of an ex-girlfriend who was "out of practice" in her "brainstorming" 😂 so word has it that to get her "mind right" she had to exercise by eating Skittles??? So she suggested I bring home a few bags from the supermarket. See? And you wonder why my shit ain't all the way screwed on! #gonnasavethesefortherightwoman Lmfao
Okay so I had my own rant today as well! Lol I only peeked at the debate! You see...
I want my "I Survived Camp Trexler" t-shirt!
Lol I think that will be the name of the book tho... Maybe it will be some sort of inspirational book about this scar...
Just yesterday I was in the Jacuzzi and touched my fingers to my eyebrow. I'm amazed that even at 50 years old I can still feel "the scar" left from my adolescence. I couldn't help thinking about how very close that rock came to taking my eye out and how I might have lived a lifetime with one eye. God was with me that day that those White Trexler campers chased me and threw stones at me... God didn't control how it happened, nor did God prevent the racial slurs... God didn't even step-in to tell these kids "STOP! Behold, this young man's mother is Lorraine/the camp nurse, a woman who is there to fix your cuts, to sooth your colds and to ease your headaches. Why now do you choose to attack this young man with stones, as a group... Your Christian Brother?" Sigh... Take a Black kid out of the inner-city and match him with boys from other worlds and this is what it is... So many lessons learned from summer camp. Glad I left with all my faculties. Being "stoned" has happened at every level of my life tho! I realize I'm "different" I do things different than others, I'm never on the same page and I always get different results. So then this can't be entirely about Trexler or the racism of the day (not this book, anyway), but more of that realization that being cut from a different cloth... That sense of knowing: "hey I embrace my being "different" but too, i'm glad I realize (in time to save my own life #prevention) that my walk in life always comes with a different set of rules, successes and even ultimate consequences. My walk in life is random and unscripted, so-against the grain that there is jealousy and envy to cope with. My walk in life has lead to pursuit of peace and peaceful measures and the delicate balance when my brain and its cohort (my mouth) decide to shake the room. If only I could've learned to be humble and non-confrontational at a younger age; if only I knew wisdom, I may have avoided so much pain. But in the overall landscape photo, I did not do too bad if I was able to keep both of my eyes, all of my teeth, all of my bones and half a brain. I Survived Camp Trexler!
While Monique Presley (Cosby's lawyer) is very outspoken, good with the mouth, she can't clean up his mess. Coz is going down in history as "the funniest serial rapist ever" everyone has their conspiracy theories, but you can't change what happened and how he has addressed/ignored/ engaged in the activity. Laughing about it on Larry King, incorporating it into his Cosby Show storyline... Admitting to it in court documents. Now if you want to argue whether or not the act of "doping" or "slipping a Mickey" to someone was "acceptable" back in the day-versus how it's seen today/that's a good argument. But if you're gonna ignore these women and their horrors... #missmewiththatshit #signedsealeddelivered
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My Meeting the Actor With 2 First Names: Keith David
Posted by Relentless on November 10th, 2007
I had a most AMAZING night. The other day I was on my way to my being interviewed for TIME magazine, an ongoing interview regarding my “grind” in urban fiction, publishing, prison, etc. And, instead of parking where I was supposed to meet the reporter, I decided to pull over on Broadway, close to 51st St. I had realized some success there just 8 months earlier, and thought I’d run into an established readership. Anyway, long story short, who walks by but the actor we all know and love, Keith David. Now, I had seen an article in the Amsterdam News regarding various appearances that Keith was making in Harlem, however (and I’m sure this had been mentioned in the article) I must’ve slept on this latest engagement that Keith kindly informed me about.
“I’m doing a show at The Metropolitan on 22nd street.”
It just so happened that this was THE night. The opening night, and I immediately thought: “Gee… I need to see this show. Then, I need to interview Keith.” See, I feel that Keith is just as powerful an actor as Denzel Washington, as Isaiah Washington or Blair Underwood. And I hadn’t realized it, but Keith has acted in more movies than any of us can remember! Dead Presidents. Marked For Death. Final Analysis. There are over a hundred movies (and TV shows) that Keith has acted in, and it seems as though I have found the “next” hardest working man in show business. Next to me, that is. (lol)
Well, getting back to 51st st… Keith invited me to the show. Of course, I have the “I’m a best selling author” clout, so I get the red carpet treatment to go and see Keith do Nat King Cole. (Sure even if KD did merely want to fill a couple more seats, its gotta make sense in my mind, right??) Now, I love me some Nat. From Chestnuts, to Nature Boy, Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup, Route 66 and of course, Unforgettable. So, I’m expecting a show. Otherwise, one of my favorite actors was about to hear a brotha get rowdy up in the Metropolitan. But folks… an hour and a half of Keith David on stage, with his perfect baritone, tenor and alto voices, will make you forget ALL about Beyonce’ and her ringing alarms!
And, to be honest, Keith has the advantage over most EVERY other cat who ever picked up a mic. Because, as crisp as his voice is, you’d swear that his “day job” was to sing as a permanent fixture here at the Metropolitan, or even at Birdland or The Blue Note. But instead, it’s just damned spooky to sit there and hear Det. Lester Wallace (from the Barber Shop movie) singing Sweet Lorraine; and how uncharacteristic is it for Kirby (from the Dead Presidents movie) or Max, (Steven Seagal’s sidekick in “Marked For Death”) *Remember the movie’s nemesis-Screwface? “Everybody waan go Hell, but noobody waan die!“ (Gotta be one of my all-time favorite movie lines)
…Well, the hear Keith belt out a heartfelt rendition of Nature Boy? #Priceless
Thank God I’m a great media mogul and that I was smart and able enough to capture a taste of the show for ya!
So, then Jamie Fox isn’t the only Triple Threat on the market? Hmmm… Have we been sleeping on Keith David’s singing potential? Perhaps pigeon-holing him as “Just” an actor while LL, Busta Rhymes and Jamie Fox enjoy the fruits of variety? Are we short-changing this man from the acknowledgement he deserves as the renaissance man who came somewhere after Paul Robeson and before, well, everyone else? I hope not.
Meet David Keith. He’s been in our lives for decades, folks. He is part of the movie ,the song and the book that we indulge in from day to day; the glue that keeps so many of those films in tact and relevant for years to come. Here is a man who has more than definitely “been there and done that” in Hollywood, and now, in song. You dare not miss this performance this weekend in NYC. And, if you do, you need to hope that Keith has a return engagement, since you’ll be missing out on something so wonderful and life affirming you’ll be floating out of the restaurant.
“Back To Back”
Posted by Relentless on February 9th, 2007
Dear Diary: I know that so many people must be going through this very situation. My significant other is right there in the bed next to me, except we’re sleeping back-to-back. I’m sure she’s frustrated since I’m in her way, in the very space where another caring, affectionate man could be. And I’m sure as hell just as frustrated, because I know that I could have it all, too. I know there’s a down-to-earth woman out there who has the affection I need, but her place in bed next to me is occupied. Basically, we’re both in a place we don’t want to be in and we’re making each other sick to our stomachs, enough so that we have to sleep back-to-back.
As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. And I know that I’m as much at fault as she is, with as much potential and ability as she has, to turn over in the bed and say “baby, this is silly. Why don’t we just both make the effort to fix this before it gets out of hand. Why don’t we just look for those feelings we once had and try to at least fake our way through this until it becomes normal again to love and hold one another.” But my thoughts are getting in the way just as much as hers. Just as she is, I’m thinking about all the foul things that have been said. Just as she is, I’m thinking about a better life, the new love, the fresh start and the appreciation that I could indeed receive from that next mass of walking, talking human energy; an energy that is unconditional, a woman who can appreciate the total man that I am and that I aim to be. I know I deserve this and that I can have this. I don’t have to put up with her fair-weather faith in my dreams, hopes and wherewithal to succeed. I don’t have to put up with her blatant disregard for the information age and how necessary it all is to us. Jesus, the woman doesn’t even have an e-mail address. I set up a Myspace page for her, and that is even outside of her ability to understand or to indulge.
But there are other issues here. We’re married, with responsibilities. Our children. We made two of them. And they’ve grown into intelligent, self-motivated, achievers with their very own dreams and ambitions. The children are not mistakes; they look like the two of us; they both have our various attributes; our son has his mother’s quick wit. Our daughter is just as quick-witted, except that she is a lot more patient and cunning and calculating than her brother. That is not to say that she is all-the-way patient, just that she is more patient than he. I can’t quite say why our son is such a klutz sometimes; I guess it just is what it is. The whole point here is that we made these two children intentionally, in a one-bedroom apartment, over ten years ago, when love and passion was waaaaaaay more abundant than money. And now, more than ten years later, women are throwing pussy at me just as much as men are throwing money and promise at her. All of that temptation only makes it harder to focus on togetherness and unity. Couple that with the challenging time we have paying bills, and you have a fucking fiasco in the making. At one point, I would’ve given everything I had to maintain this relationship. But now, with the promises of 7-figure earnings strolling down my path, and with more possibility and more encouragement than ever to just wing it as a single man once again, it makes things so much more convenient to just walk the fuck out of this storm. I can almost smell a bed of roses right around the corner.
And yet, while all of that feels so appealing, and while all of these mixed emotions are driving me insane, I can say I still love this bitch to death. She puts it down like no other woman I know. Kinky sex. Cooking. Housekeeping. All the stuff an above-average chick on the side is gonna envy until it oozes out of her perky tits. Plus, I know in my heart that I’ve contributed so much to the woman that she is, and the family that we are. Okay sure, the left side of my brain can come up with all sorts of excuses why this shit is going down hill. But, that’s a common man’s thinking. That’s for the weak dude who can’t find an ounce of discipline in his body. Now, it’s up to me to find that old flame. It’s up to me to be the driver and to urge towards solution and glue this thing together. No, she hasn’t thrown a knife at me, and she hasn’t created a mess with irreversible acts such as breaking precious memorabilia, or worse. It’s only this back to back thing that has pulled us apart. Can I be the stronger one and reverse this silly shit? Can I be the man, (with all my ego and cock-strong affirmations in life), to the point that I can control something that seems to have gotten out of control?
She said some slick, intelligent Dr. Phil-shit last night: “It all starts right here. The karma you have here in the home will follow you wherever you go and in whatever you do.” And I’m thinking, well if you’re that intelligent, why the hell don’t you work towards fixing this! Weren’t you the one that said “we don’t have a relationship” just hours earlier? I’m saying karma? And I’m thinking about just a week ago, how I woke this woman up out of a deep sleep only to press my face between her legs to the point of orgasm. This woman was reaching for things that were never within reach, so satisfied with how I “serviced” her. Okay, so sex isn’t necessarily affection, but I’ll be damned if it ain’t close.
There are just a few more days of relaxation since the kids are out of school. It’s the holidays. Things are in play-it-by-ear mode. And the payday is that much closer to getting us the house we want and the lifestyle we aspire for. So, no haste here, buddy. Hold on tight before this woman drives you mad. The world is counting on you to succeed, and twice as many people are watching and waiting for your demise. Hold tight young warrior, and remember the really tough times you’ve survived. Does this small feud match the death-defying battles you’ve won in your life? Does this misunderstanding even come close to the great sacrifices you’ve made and the struggle you’ve endured? Naw. Cross over that hurdle for a hug. Get past that karma-comment for a kiss. And match that negative energy with your raw emotions. Because, after all, you are not like other men. You are Relentless.
The right brain is taking over again.
Book Marketing Advice From "The Father" of Urban Fiction
Posted by Relentless on January 11th, 2007
A Question From A Fellow Author:
Part of admin’s adventure in General, Self Publishing Info, Book News, For Writers
Question: If someone gave you $2000.00 that you could only use to market your book,
what avenues of marketing would you use?
Relentless Answers: WOW. Why ain’t nobody think to invite ME into this forum!!!!! Wassup y’all. This yours truly, and I SO appreciate how much people have taken time to answer questions to help this man spend his $2,000. May I add a few cents here? First of all, any marketing that you do must bring back the equal value (or more) of your time and effort, since we all have these Godforsaken priorities to look after. See, (and some of you know this already) if your bills add up to $4000 a month, your focus should be to sell over 400 books per month. That is, if your 1st job is to be an author. Now, if your bills are not that heavy, and maybe writing and marketing is your side joint, then your money is probably best spent on Bookmarks. Now, this is how I built my dynasty, but it’s is merely my opinion, family. Since everything ain’t for everybody. But, when it comes to the most cost effective ways to market, so long as you have access to mass transit, and that you live where millions of people are your potential buyers, then bookmarks is the answer. You can get 20,000 or so for close to $700 at Barone Press in New York. Tell Vinny I sentcha! Meanwhile, geography is a very important matter when it relates to marketing, because if you live in Oklahoma, and your market is not where you live, then you’d need to measure what it would cost to get to your market, as well as the cost vs. the exposure factor. Here’s one for you family: Most every major press I’ve done was not paid for but for my own sweat equity. If you’re trying to be an author with a book that’s one thing; however, if you’re trying to be an author with best selling books, that’s another thing altogether. New York Times (Front Page/Arts&Leisure) reporter passed me on the street. Daily News (half page/pg 10) reporter passed me on the street. KISS FM radio host passed me on the street. And all of these have led to other interviews, all of them having perpetuated a “snowball effect” that to this day keep s growing. I don’t want to give too much of a speech here, family. I do want to say that you can’t leap before you crawl. Every step of my journey, or your journey is going to begin with those tiny steps. Those tiny steps help you grow and understand what you’re doing. Me or Zane or Terry are only going to be able to share with you the things we know. And some of us know more than you think. But nobody but nobody can tell you what is going on in your own town. You may have a union president that likes you and is willing to invite you in to speak with everyone. I’ve befriended traffic cops over the years which helps me in two ways; it got me into their offices where they strap-up with their ticket scanners and radios. It also gives me that added protection when I’m parked illegally. And still, a traffic cop wouldn’t know my truck unless my truck was wrapped. And then again, it wouldn’t make sense to wrap my truck if people hadn’t already seen the TV interviews, the newspapers, etc. And, of course, I told you where that began, didn’t I? Soooo… it all starts (for me) in the streets. The back pack. The exclusive attention and discussions with people, the very people who matter. The majority of people who matter are on the ground floor, not in the mansions and skyscrapers which radio & TV & Internet advertising would be paying for! Don’t pay for ads unless you’ve got an audience which says you have an incredible book!
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