I remember

I Remember..

..walkin backwards to the bus stop to keep the cold winter wind from ripping my face off

..when gas used to be 78 cent at Clark

..when the late Harold Washington was the mayor..(I am one of those people who believed white folks poisoned him)

..when all you saw riding down the Dan Ryan Expressway was project hi rises (refer to the opening credits on Good Times)

..my grandmother being the sweetest woman Ive ever interacted with.. Sarah Singleton (1922-1996)

..gettin beat with a high heel shoe

..when the Chicago Bulls ran the 1990`s

..being mistaken for rival gang members

..every gang handshake

..my hormones raging watching girls jump double dutch when i was an 8th grader
..going skating at The Rink, Rainbo, The Route, and clubbin at E2 and the Prop House (not on Friday nights if you know what i mean)

..Free Lunch

..just about every street from Lake Shore Drive to Harlem Ave.

..breakdancin at The Point

..When Psychodrama, Twista and Do or Die`s albums dropped

..how to get downtown from the southside in less than an 15 minutes during rush hour

..slapboxin with a slow M`er F`er, who would eventually get mad and throw a punch (Jamal you a punkazznicca for that)

..gettin jumped by 6 people (Yall was some pussassniccasfor that)

..when Shawn threatened that he was gonna throw a brick through my window and I beat his ass again for that

..when Shawn beat me up in front of the twins that live across the street from me

..when Mr. Jackson gave me (his best student) an F in Afro American History (how do you as a black man in a mixed school fail one of your black students), and I would say kiss my ass but I didnt need that class to graduate or gain more knowledge about my heritage, so instead I thank you.

..the last year of high school, all the people who made my life worth living through all the hard times of growing up, my true friends, enemies I had that became my homies, and all the ladies that i didnt have a chance to sleep with(which would be all of them).

SHOUTS TO GEORGE WASHINGTON HS CLASS OF 1992

..Finally leaving Chicago to become a MAN.

…I remember having more money than I ever dreamed but being lonely and not trusting nobody in this world but me.

I remember the first time I became a father and how I felt I would melt every time I looked at my daughter’s face.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on my soulmate. I got a weak feeling in my stomach and my knees buckled. She was fine as hell and when she opened her mouth and spoke with such elegance, I knew she would be my wife one day.

I remember the look on my sweetheart’s face when she found out I wasnt the man she thought I was. The dissapointment in her eyes made me want to kick myself’s ass.

I remember her words of how she would always hold me down and that she was a rider for life.