“Vanity, Vanity, All is Vanity” Vanity, the quality of being worthless or futile (pointless). This is my thought, as I sit looking at the struggles we face as a society. For me as a thirty five year old BLACK MAN, its easy to get swept into the societal waste basket of life. I remember coming home one day, talking about all the things I’d learned at school that day. I talked about the fun conversations my friends and I had, the even more awesomesauce things we did. I remember one of my family members, then a good fifty years old if a day, former Vietnam Veteran, standing up shrugging his shoulders like, kid.... I am glad they let you play with em.. As the silverware forcefully hit the table, along with folks present soul, he made his exit. What a stupid thing to say to a kid. I bet many of you are snapping right now reading this, and would more than not slap the taste out of someone’s mouth if they’d said this to your child, yet alone said it to your five year old.
All my life I have lived in Norfolk; a city which for almost thirty six years has taught me to fear Church Street. It was the red light district of Norfolk, home to drugs, sex, violence, and most importantly home to the weakest, and poorest of Norfolk. A lot of these imagines in my head are placed their by words told to me, because I was never allowed in that part of town. Many members of my family and connected members weren’t fast drivers, yet anytime we’d find ourselves in or near Church Street, the engine would begin to race, the scene become blurred, as we smoked through those 10-12 blocks as fast as we could.
🙋🏾♂️There, Beautiful People of the Internet. I am writing this note to you on day seventeen of Feburary, day forty eight of twenty twenty, and day eighty two before my thirty sixth birthday. So here on this day, I decided I should take this moment to make a confession. I have not been well these past forty eight days. I have been trapped inside an emotional vortex, and like a rapped 2007 market crash, so were the days of my life. I found myself just going through the motions, trying to convience myself I was fine. I was like a dude on the field who was determined to play despite the ravaging pains. For forty eight days, I powered through confusion; through frustration, through anger, and YES.. For Forty eight days, I powered through Hurt.
The year 2016, the year this wild and many times obnoxious ride began.. It was in 2016, we learned that a long time business mogul and political loud mouth would seek the presidency of these states united.. We learned of a woman, who also sought the same position. A woman who couldn’t make a dog cum, even if Lola bunny gave him a head start.. It was also the year, I EDB, decided to put my hate into the community activism system. It was time I thought, I could make an impact, both socially and economically in my city of Norfolk Virginia..
JUST STUPID.. THE WORLD IS JUST SO FUCKIN STUPID!!! I know that sounds very lazy, and believe you me, I hate speaking in such terms, but I’m struggling to find the right words to describe who we as a culture have become.. I am struggling to understand what it is, or was that has lead us to this point in time. 🤷🏾♂️... I am a content creator. Weird huh? It is weird that I would just slap this statement in the middle of my growing social observations. It is weird I would just switch gears, mid thought!! Truth is, I have found my life to shape out like this train of thought. May 27, 2010, I launched my YouTube channel, and from that moment until this, I have been pleading my case to a seemingly un interested society. YOU ARE WHO, MANY GASPED? YOU DO WHAT? They’d follow up with a seemingly disgusted voice, finally concluding with I don’t get that internet stuff, its all bull 💩💩 to me, pointless, a john brown waste of time... (by the way, WHO IS JOHN BROWN?? AND Why does he always come up when 👵🏾 is pissed TF off?? (asking, for a friend!!)
I come from a weird time period. A period in time worst than the Soviet Union. A period in time worst than the reign of Hitler. A period in time worst than Jim Crow. A period in time worst than Slavery. I EDB come here from the nineties. The nineties is a sick place, and at the same time, a vibrant one. Today I was talking with one of best friends Matt aka (BidNugget). We were reminiscing our childhood. We talk about the Glory days of Television. We talked about our childhood heroes, and yes even our boyhood crushes. There isn’t a kid from the nineties who didn’t have one of them special dreams.... (DON’T MAKE ME SPELL THIS OUT!!, I’m trying to be CLEAN!!).. about Jodie Sweetin, you remember her, Stephanie Tanner from FullHouse? OR how about Kellie Shanygne Williams, Laura Winslow from Family Matters, Brandi, Tia and Tamara from Sister Sister, what I am trying to say is our parents had there work cut out from them.. Our sheets were always soiled, under pants were same, but we couldn’t help it, because the culture constantly fed it to us. These were the days where women were objects, eye candy, tools for a mans pleasure. FRIENDS? There was no such thing as “JUST FRIENDS!!” And even if you were, the culture said otherwise.