polyphony.

good morning.

so a brother was on some serious mia shit. to anyone who was worried, i apologize. sincerely. my phone is back on, in case you were wondering. feel free to holler.

*sigh*

it is 5:48 in the morning, and i am really really tired. i have class today, at 8am, i am not prepared for this shit yo. not today. i find silver lining in the fact that spring break is literally around the corner. in fact.. after wednesday's classes, i am home free until about the 10th of march. march is gonna be a good month, too. got common concert on the 1st, a roots concert on the 15th, and somewhere in between i'm turning twenty three... spring break is on... so i have this week to wallow thru. i suppose it's not too much to ask.

aight... i feel kinda bad about my trend of blog-neglect and friend-neglect that i've unwittingly adopted, so i'ma try to explain, somewhat.

i'm not on the comp much these days. main reason for that is, we got a new computer. it's really nice, and of course it's been positioned in the house so that everybody has access to it.. that's cool. i actually had no intent on really using it, because the comp upstairs worked perfectly(<-75% truth) fine, and had a nice quick DSL line running into it. for some reason, around the same time we got this comp, the DSL line upstairs stopped working. needless to say, i've been pissed.

oh, i called verizon for some explanation... the disgust that i have developed for verizon's tech support staff and efforts is quite unmeasurable. i should never have to wait on the phone for 47 minutes on a weekday, to speak to a rep of some sort. i don't want to be transferred. i pay close to $70 a month for a phone and a DSL connection, i want this shit to work. and if it doesn't work, i want to know why, immediately. and i want it fixed before you tell me why it wasn't working.

so fuck verizon.

anyway, moms and pops got verizon DSL down here. alas, the only internet connection in the house. and instead of one cat using it, it's about 5 or 6. my sisters are always on the comp, and i'm usually too tired to demand some comp time, usually resulting in a verbal scrimmage with them.

so i'm never here.

those of you who have my cell number, probably noticed that dave's phone got turnt off.

yes, if sprint would like to, they can also suck the dick. suck-n-swallow.

i went over my monthly anytime minutes for january.. they cut my service off. coo. i subsequently send them a check for $129.16 (!!!) and therefore, quite righteously, i might add, expect my shit to get cut back ON.

my minute-recycle date, feb 16th, comes. no service. i'm calling. sprint, unlike verizon, doesn't even tease you with LONG ASS WAITING AND ELEVATOR MUSIC, like perhaps, just maybe, if you wait long enough, you'll get a representative. sprint's service lines are COMPLETELY AUTOMATED. touch-tone-phone-bullshit. i don't like pressing buttons when i need to explain and\or have shit explained. maybe 's just me.

but dammit, when i send you a check for $129.16 and when i pay 49.99 up FUCKING front for mobile phone service, what i want should be paramount, right?

yeah.

so i had a $200 phone sitting on my desk, fully charged, ready for use as a clock, a tip calculator ( i lie to you not, i calculated a tip @ chili's last week) and an all-around nifty conversation piece, but NOT as a communication device.

so fuck sprint. sprint? fuck you.

fuck you sprint. keep sucking the dilznick... i'm not done yet.

SO, i FINALLY speak to a (albeit retarded) human being, and ask whether my check has been recieved. of course she says no. i say thank you, hang up, call my bank, give em the check number and tell them stop it immediately. it costs $10 to stop the check. i submit to the rising costs of handling business, and tell her to go ahead and stop it.

now when a check is stopped, you know, shut me up if i'm wrong, but when a check is stopped, that usually means the person(s) it was made out to, can no longer be satisfied with a payment, because the check they hold is no good, right?

ok.

so... i intend to just take the money to the sprint store downtown, and pay right there, so there is no mistaking. i plan to do this wednesday, the 20th, after my art125 class.

DURING my art 125 class, i get a call on my dead (?!) cell phone.

what

the

fuck?

why is my shit on?

i mean... according to my bank, i did not pay them. the only payment i sent to them was check #277, which was canceled on tuesday, the 17th.

so what the fuck is going on?

sprint on some shit, sun. some shit!

anyway, enough explaining. if folks were wondering, my cold is leaving me, finally. i put up with that shit for 3 weeks yo.. lol.. wtf?

...surprised i ain't die.

*sigh*

class in 2 hours. i'll be home by 6:30.
wish me luck.

[s]KNOW|dAYz

*cues freeway's alright. i gives a fuck what cats is on, yo... free & just blaze came thru on this shit. i heard this shit bangin out somebody house like 2 weeks ago, and i was sold. like, yeah.. i'm buying this cat's album. fuck that.*

but yo... f'real dun. SNOW.

and yo, this shit is on *time* cause a negro was not feeling the travel to school concept... not at all. and plus i ain't finish my homework? pssssh.. perfect. now, i have a class trip to DC on wednesday... just don't fuck that up.

*sigh*

it's 3 in the morning, i'm ASS nekkit in front of the comp (ok, ok. i have a towel on.. but i am chillin.) and i'm noddin to freeway, watching more and more snow (i think it's snowing, but it could be snowdrifts and wind) come down... i actually don't mind bein snowed in. this is chill with your signif|other weather, yo. car be buried in like 2 feet of snow, and you all nestled in the house.. on some whatever shit. but alas, i'm couped up with my sisters.

ah well.

i suppose i should be tired.. went to sleep kinda late and got up kinda early... had to go cop some kerosene and food and cold medicine this morning, like 9am, which was quite an UNenjoyable experience. but i'm not real tired.. i'm charged yo. and cats know what i'm on from readin previous entries... lol

but i'm also thinking. hard. i dunno... the last few hours have had me seriously questioning myself.. i'm not ready to go public with my epiphanies just yet, but i got some talkin to people to do...


but everything is gonna be alright.

free say so.

alright like no left turns.

damn yo...

so like. i get to art 125 class, which btw is b&w design, coughin up a storm, ready to keel over from sheer fatigue and sickness, when my classmate come up on me...

nah, you know what. lemme start at the beginning.

i blogged about my best friend before. the cat was on some shit last time i saw him... and on even more shit as we spoke, a few nights before i made that post.

well... fast forward to about 2 weeks ago. it's a tuesday i believe (cuz it was an off day, in all likelihood it was a 2sday), and he calls me up around 2pm, asking me to come meet him downtown... i don't, because of the fact that i have 5 dollars to my name at the time, and they are set aside for getting to class the next day. i'm on some "nah son, i'm really broke, can't do it"... he says ok... then he's like-

"yo, dawg- guess what i been doing for the last 2 months?"

i'm like "..what?" thinking the cat maybe got himself a job or some shit. something POSITIVE.

he's like, "i been living off the land, dawg."


now- what the fuck is that shit supposed to mean? the land in philly is the motherfucking street. asphalt, mu'fucka. just WHAT are you telling me?

i go "what does that mean?"

"EXACTLY what you think it means dawg, i'm livin off the land."

so yeah, my main nigga is fucking homeless. destitute. and 21. 21 years old, yo. what typa bullshit is that? kids, it's mawfawking B R I C K outside. even moreso at the time he was telling me that shit. and the crazy shit is, he's all "yo i'm bein a soldier now, but dawg- wait until spring, dawg... it is OVER!!!"

*blink*

what's over yo?

he was on a pay phone so the call got cut short. i tried to call back, and i thought i had gotten him back, but it just hung me up. fuck yo.

my classmate, heather, was cool with him and i... it's funny, because when i started the class, she came up on me and was like, "sherman, right?" i was like... "uh, yeah.....?"

...

"OH! hi!"

lol... we had both not seen high nor hair of this cat.. then he calls me. so of course i told her the next day that i spoke to him, and told her of his current plight... both of us were just like, what the fuck. fastforwardfurther to today, and she comes up on me in class, like, "Hey, Dave.. i saw sherm yo. dude looks BAD." snapped me right the fuck out my stooper, yo.

"his pea coat was all dirty and he couldnt even focus on me, it was like he was on some serious drugs or something.. i didn't even speak to him. he just kinda looked at me and moved on... he looked fucked UP."

i swear yo, that's the worst news i've heard in a minute, man. i was afraid to see him back then... when he called... now i'm shook like shit, cuz. i'm always downtown, and apparently that's where he's been staying.

i'ont know, yo.. i dont wanna see him. but i feel like, this duty to make sure he's ok... i don't know what i can do for him? i'd put him up if i had my own place.. but my peeps aint havin that, besides, there's no room here. he's got a rich pops and a mom who's supposed to be caring. his pops took his apartment away from him, which was at the beginning of this down hill spiral he's been takin.. and his moms kicked him out in the 1st place, which made his pops put him on with the apartment.

i hope this cat comes out of this shit, yo.

i hope i can help him.

just gotta see him 1st.

blaaaaaah...

*cough*

i'm finally coming out of this cold, kinda. i feel it lettin up somewhat.. just in time for my wednesday classes. i'm still coughing alout, but the overall yuck feeling that comes along with sickness is gone.. my leg is still numb tho. whatever with that tho. i'm an uninsured motherfucker, and i'm sorta broke. i'll holler at a doctor when my leg falls off. i didn't go to class on monday, so i prolly missed a shitload of stuff in my b&w design class, so i am sure of having to do tremendous amounts of catching up.. then on top of that, i have assignments that are due... fuck, yo. i hate being sick. i was movin at a good pace before i got sick.. at least as far as school is concerned... fuckin germs, yo.

but what's new?!

i have some action packed weeks ahead yo. seriously. can hardly sleep for all the excitement in my future. and i think i'm finally gonna break down and get some shit i have been meaning to get for the longest.

1) my SLR camera-

2) my turntable-

3) a good microphone-

4) my comp fixed and upgraded-

pictures to take and music to make. regain some focus on the shit that i need to be doing... i think i'm also gonna make yet another attempt at moving out. gotta route up out this biznitch... but um.. it's getting late.

got class tomorrow, 8am style.

i'll holler.

maaaaan...

i done caught somethin yo. i'ont know what it is, but i'm sick as a motherfucker. i'm guessing it's nothing worse than the flu, but the flu can be some crucial shit. i just hate being sick, tho. it's time and energy consuming... i'm not the type that has to be waited on hand and foot, tho. i usually just shut myself up in my room and sleep... like today. slept until about 3:30pm, no lie. did NOT feel like gettin up. but yo.. i hope this is all part of me bein sick, but like.. the skin on my right thigh is numb. i'ont know what the hell that means.. and it's been goin on for about 3 days now, so i'm a tad worried. imagine if like, your thigh fell asleep.. not all the way thru to the bone, just the surface. like you slept on it wrong. i kept waiting yesterday for the blood to return, but nothin happened.

*worried shrug*

anyway...

class is goin ok. haven't missed an assignment... nor a class... (this is substantial information because 2-3 years ago i would have missed about 3 of each) so i'm real proud of myself, as far as that is concerned. i'm in class writing down homeworks, gettin props from the instructors on the level of my craft- it's nice.

i moved into a new, bigger room in my house, and i love it, but the room gets so cold at nite. i think it has something to do with why i am sick at the moment. i have a kerosene heater in my room, but to heat a room of this size, it uses much kerosene, and it gets the room SO hot i have to turn it off- so there's hardly ever a happy medium. i need more comforters and quilts and blankets. and a body pillow.

got Damn i need a body pillow.

or a body.

yeah.. a body.

lol

*sigh*

all in good time i suppose.
i just hope i ain't dyin or some other foul shit. man, i'd be PISSED if i was dyin yo. lol

P I S S E D.

yeah... lemme go finish dinner.

peace.