The Top 10 reasons you shouldn't talk about how long someone takes in the bathroom (especially when they can hear you outside the door)

1. You should know better and...shut the F' up.

2. Do you got next...? If so, learn some damn patience!! especially if you just gotta pee!! Hold it damn it! And if you gotta weak bladder, and you a dude...get your stuff checked Mofo!

3. Do you even care...? I mean, how would you feel if someone did that to you or a relative of yours in a public place...? not so justifyable.

4.Who the hell are you to judge...? So it only took you what...5...10 mins. to bless the bowl and you were done. Just like that. You didn't take that long. So, what,now you want a f'n medal...?!

5. Did it ever occur to you that its not a smart idea to talk about this person doing they

do..do...especially when they can hear your ass right outside the damn door?! Numb nuts.

6. When was there a time limit put on how long a man/woman's bowel movements should last...? So you the parceling God I see.

7. I should leave the door open a little just out of spite to give you something to complain about.

8. I'm surprised you can't do nothing better with your time beside talk trash while someone is taking a Dukie...I don't know.....unless there is its the only toilet occupied and you have no choice but to...whats that word again..? Oh yea, WAIT!!

9. You have no idea what this person ate. Coulda been lasagna, with extra cheese, for lunch and beef stew for dinner, not to mention maybe bacon and eggs for breakfast. So this indivisual s could be really, UNLOADING something awful in that bowl.(a.k.a having the "Bubble Guts") So I dare you to go in there and try to get them off of there, with all your friggin complaining. I swear, I swear...you will regret it!!

10. If it was me, that you were talking about. And I know you and I know your voice. The next time I was in a room or vehicle alone with you....I'd lock all the doors. Make sure the AC is turned off. Any fans too if around. Close and lock all windows. And while in there with you, I'd say, "Remember that time you were talking about someone stinking up the place in the bathroom; and you didn't know or think they could hear you...? Well, that someone was, me!! And I heard every word you said." Then next, strap or tie you to a chair; cause I knew my bubble guts was coming because I chose what I ate, just for this moment...go right near your face and unleash, "THE SILENCER". Just let it marinate and engulf the room. While sticking around just to watch you suffer. And hey, I can stand the stench of my own stink.

Question is, can you....? LMAO!!!

A Problem + Issues x Insomnia = Narcolepsy

Whether some of you may or may not have known....the past month or month and a half, I've had a case of sleeplessness insomnia. And some mild cases of narcolepsy during the day. Which problems in my life, off stage (financial and personal) have contributed to. 

But this set of issues spans all the way back from my late H.S. yrs into my early college yrs.

since H.S., I've been up many late nights due to issues with school (some procrastination and fear of being unprepared b4 and during my classes, which go hand in hand) and keeping a stable job to attain my desires and needs financially. 

I realize the things I have and will continue to describe may or may not mirror someone elses life problems, issues, or dilemmas. But I'm not trying to compare.

Of course when I started college, all the stereotypical things any college student has to endure made themself present to me. (financial aid, grants, adjusting to different form of schedule from previous yrs. pockets begging for change....etc.) And that was back in 2006.

Fast forward 2 yrs later and some months...Land lord issues (that made things very stressful, which stem back to about a decade, give or take) plus my previous school "releasing" me because of academic issues and standards. My own girl, or so I thought, dismissed me with no warning and ignored every form of communication I could think of...an unexpected blow. That's hard for me to admit, stung me. (even though we were cool for almost 1yr an 1/2) Not to mention a recent accident at home inolving a unstable ceilling in my room falling in on me. On a F'n Friday the 13th no less!! (you tell me if all this wasn't enough to build tension for a brotha to lose his sanity and go ape...)

But I digress, one of the only few positive things to come out of my sleeplessness, is that I'm writing more. If its God's will and me do my part I'll be putting an album and book or too out via all this pen/pencil pushing in the near future. And steady but surely, getting things back on track. And to the person who maybe reading this, somewhere telling me to suck it up and move on...you know what you can do with your lips and my rear end.

The Narcolepsy still comes and goes. And the insomia is also starting to fall back. It has been a trying past 2 and 1/2 yrs for me.  But I've realized I could not be here like many, though I am.

And i'll continue to be as long as I remember that Jesus and Poetry is my savior. (P.I.M.S.)

Time....

Some of us treat it like life should be as...gift. By living in the present, and using the length of it wisely being worth wild. Others treat it like pest that eat your existence clock out of house and home. Letting it make and take you instead of the opposite. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but am a student of life, history...and by some peoples standards, bad timing. 

From my experience, time is a double edged sword. I start everyday I wake up as optimistic as the next man. Thinking I can have a great day today, with my plans firmy in place. Brush, shave, shower, dress and keep an eye on the clock. Having the feeling I'm gonna make it out of here when I need to. For the most part, I do. But never know what surprises are in store for me throughout the day. But somes days, time, makes me rush. Trailblazing like a road runner with no brakes. Knowing whats at stake if I stop it will be a waste. Waiting to enjoy the sweet taste of satisfaction when I've arrive to my destination tardy-less. Cause even with the speed of a demon and lack of patience, time is the acquaintence of no man. I've let it creep up on me too many times to count(when it came to school, work, and doing shows.) and it became, like me, my own worst enemy.

I've done my best to avoid the plagues of my history repeating itself. But like everyone else walking this earth, I'm not perfect. Fact is, at times, mistakes have to beat hard heads till they cum to the realization to learn from them. I guess in some aspect, you can call it trial and error. Life is a experiental process and God is the scientist. As far as I'm concerned, we're concockted in his holy lab, and are following his scientific method. I don't mean to get too religious on people, but thats what I believe. High school was a scientific experiment test for me. I failed it on more than one occasion, due in part to self-diaria procrastination. Once I figured out the right formula and got through it...most of my friends had moved on and I lost touch with a lot of them. 

If you linger on times past which can't be altered...father time will have you...mind body and soul. I've seen how its affected people I know. Thats why its so neccesary to set your own time table. Like when you lose some one close to you or not close, but you do know them(by disease, accident, murder...or was God's will to take them cause it was their "TIME"). Events like this(assassination of black leaders and admirable men and women of the past century, Garvey, Adam clayton powell, malcom, medgar, Lincoln, martin, Coretta, Huey newton, Kennedy, Tubman, Ossie Davis...the list goes on) make you reevaluate time, you existence and what you plan to do with both while your here.

Life is a process. And we are all a work in progress. Also should be graceful enough to open our eyes when a new day arrives to see you've been granted a new opportunity...to use time to your advantage to make history in your lifetime. I'm not trying to preech. I just firmly believe that when I wake up every day, if I haven't done at least one thing productive, prosperous, and positive by the end of it....I've just wasted 24hrs by being in this world.

But whoever reads this may just see it as the ramblings of poet/man that don't know what he's talking about. Take my inciteful message for what it is. I'm just hopefull someone sees where I'm coming from and it helps him/her in some way, shape or form. The truth has spoken....thankyou for listening. 

-Honest Abe