The site is going great, and once I can evolve it a stage or two, I may indeed return to occasional posting as Manny the non-BirthplaceMag.com creator. There are many things I like to opine on, that don’t have anything to do with New York area hip hop, so I will eventually reclaim this space for that.

Plus, I do have a couple of remix projects I’m going to embark on shortly. So, I may live here again.

In the meantime, understand that I am having a great time finding new talent, some bubbling quite hot under the ground, and in some cases, as the video in the story I am linking to shows, I can find some amazing moments that are VERY New York, and VERY hip hop, and in those moments, I am VERY excited about what BirthplaceMag.com is becoming.

Join me over there. I miss you.

When a 50 Year Old Panhandler Jumps Into The Cipher, Lord Have Mercy… THAT Is New York Hip Hop

I have not done music, remixes, etc. in quite some time.

Instead, I have re-focused my energies on Birthplace Magazine, www.BirthplaceMag.com, what I hope will soon be known as THE online source of New York-area hip-hop news, views and all other things.

Check out the original ‘manny-festo’ by reading “Re-Birthplace: Documenting New York’s (Hopeful) Hip-Hop Resurgence”

Check out the BirthplaceMag.com site overall, participate, send us suggestions, love mail, hate mail, etc.

If you are an artist, organization, or entity in any way involved with hip-hop and are in-or-around the New York City area, hit up Birthplace Magazine at info@BirthplaceMag.com.

As always, thanks for your support.

Here’s a story of a guy I know.

Mike is in his mid-30s, a largely self-educated, highly successful mid- to senior-level manager in the business world, having spent 12 years or so rising through the ranks of various media firms, just outside of New York City. Mike has shown great skill and natural acumen at managing both people, and processes, and achieved great results in companies that had previously had less-than-optimal working situations, start-up environments, and established firms alike.

Exhibiting strong creativity, leadership and professionalism throughout his career, he received hefty praise and accolades from nearly every supervisor, co-worker or subordinate he has worked with, or for, demonstrating particular success as part of the management team that turned a raggity Long Island bi-weekly entertainment rag newspaper into an award-winning weekly journalistic powerhouse, the Long Island Press, which at the time was the fourth largest weekly paper in the nation. Even while handling production management, directing new media efforts, and participating in business development, he found time to write several articles for the paper, and was at one time, a featured co-columnist.

He is also one of the proudest dads you will ever meet, after weathering, and winning, a lengthy, drawn-out custody battle (are there ever any other kind?). The fact the he did so while serving as his own counsel, displays the kind of intellectual ability Mike possesses, his skill at learning and mastering a previously unknown discipline, and also gives a good example of how he walks his own path, despite the lessons taught by conventional wisdom.

For the past year and a half, Mike has been employed as operations manager of a marketing and technology firm which services independent financial advisers, and again, achieved tangible results improving operations, procedures, morale and profitability. In fact, it can be argued that this company was in such a tumultuous state upon his arrival, that Mike is a huge reason the company has not faltered as much as it would have without him being there. In business, Mike is a well-respected, well-liked boss, who inspires those around him, and also brings his intelligence, eclectic experiences and strong ethics to the workplace. Any business should be eager to have him, as this one is. He is well-liked, they pay him well, and in fact, just recently promoted him.

So it would seem odd that Mike just resigned.

Call it a third-life crisis, but Mike believes he can do more. His personal interests are in entertainment, marketing, PR, journalism, and while he would be perfectly happy continuing to perform operational management duties, he wants to do it where it’s more his ‘thing’.

In the past, Mike has been involved in many “side” projects, many of the also successful. From event planning and promotions, to co-hosting a radio show, to full-fledged management of a rapidly rising comic talent, Forrest Hobbs. In fact, in little less than a year, Hobbs went from begging for minutes on hole-in-the-wall comic club stages, to being invited to the Tom Joyner radio show, and BET’s Comic View. While Hobbs’ talent was incredible, it was the calculated, well-executed marketing techniques Mike devised which propelled Hobbs to that kind of “about-to-blow” status. He has written bios, designed marketing materials, developed websites, edited audio, arranged press interviews, and generally been a one-man PR and marketing force, all “on the side”. And all with a budget of nearly zero!

Now, without telling the story of what happened to interrupt the success he and Forrest Hobbs were enjoying, let’s just say things happened, and Mike fell back into the safe arms of the 9-5 grind, perhaps jaded toward the other things he could be doing. It’s a shame, because helping an artist like Forrest Hobbs certainly showcases many abilities, but more importantly, showed character.

See, Mike is also a fairly talented musician himself. As a hip-hop/R&B producer and remixer, he has used his own promotional and marketing abilities and taken himself from the depths of obscurity to the point where now, he has music playing on BDS and top-40 stations across the nation, an international fan base, achieved on- and off-line press mentions, and has received nearly 2 million downloads of his work. He has become known among DJ, radio and industry personnel, and received personal accolades from the likes of Akon, Mary J. Blige and T-Pain. But he hasn’t gotten ‘there’ yet. He is a guy that will generally focus on the needs of others before spending that time working for himself.

Admirable. But if Mike had dedicated the amount of time, effort and creativity into publicizing his own musical endeavors, he might well have succeeded in his own right. The thing is, he truly seems to be able to make things happen the most when he exhibits selflessness, when what he is doing helps others, either in business (leading staff), with side ventures (making Forrest the star), or in everyday life (fighting for what was in his childrens’ best interest).

I really hope Mike finds what he is looking for. Maybe he will settle down into another 9-5 management role, but one at a company as dynamic as he is, where his creativity, experience and leadership will be valued and valuable, perhaps in entertainment, or music, where his personal interests and side-hustle experience and connections could be most beneficial. Perhaps he will take on project or consultative work (he is self-incorporated and runs Bannus Media, Inc. for just such endeavors). Maybe someone reading this will have an opportunity or two, and would be interested in viewing his resume, or his LinkedIn profile.

I just hope it works out soon. This “necessity-is-the-mother-of-figuring-stuff-out” mentality that led Mike to learn so much about so many things, has made him an enormously eclectic, and given him the potential to become a monumentally successful generalist. But this economy does not provide much room to gamble on one’s livelihood, so I want to see this work out fast.

I almost think he shouldn’t have done it.

But when you are not happy because you are not doing what you like to do, and you like to do so many things, and are great at many of them, I can understand really wanting to find a place where you can feel free to be yourself. Is there such a perfect place waiting? A close-enough-to-perfect? Where can someone who has this need be happy? Is he expecting too much? What should he be looking for? Anything? Everything? One thing? Many things? Nothing?

Both of us really want to know. See, in the words of the illustrious Snoop Dogg (and Hova, subsequently), since “he is I, and I am him.”

So the both of us really need to know. The sooner, the better.

So, what happened was, Usher’s new song Love In This Club, was produced by Polow Da Don. But it turns out, Polow Da Don essentially made the track using preset loops in Apple’s GarageBand software, which comes free with a Mac computer [seen @ Miss Info]. Well, this interests me of course, and as usual, I see things in at least 3 ways.

1. As a “struggling” or “up-and-coming’ producer
This crackerjack-ass no-talent-having, gets 50Gs for doing not much more than <click>, <drag>, <export>, [OK to continue]? No, it is NOT OK to continue Goddammit! I been crate digging, DJing, sampling on cheap ass reverb machines rigged to loop, spent car insurance money on records and Ensoniq keyboard memory chips, listed to hours and hours of albums over and over, looking for JUST the right loop.. Turned my back on good weed and better ass cuz I wasn’t done with this track I was working… Played baselines, piano twinkling, day in, day out, up until 4am on the regular with full time jobs and baby mama drama to turn out to be a pretty damn decent producer/remixer, but who is still not making a dime, while this guy essentially takes his textbook, photocopies chapter 12, hands it to his teacher as an essay, and gets a fucking A!!

2. As a sampling up-and-coming producer
OK, so the argument is, how is this different from me (or Kanye, or Pete Rock, or countless other successful and talented producers in Hip-Hop’s history), sampling loops, adding some drums, and calling it a beat. Lord knows I’m still milking good response and radio play from my Bartender remix, which unashamedly samples George Benson note for note. Well, it is kinda the same. Sort of. I mean, I consider myself a connissour of good music. I sample from records I own (yes, vinyl), or mp3s I download. I filter out so many songs, my ear listens for loops, they are not handed to me. OK so the Give Me The Night loop didn’t take DJ Premier-like audio genius or skillful chopping, but still… I’ve come across royalty-free Loops/Beats CDs here and there, and I would never in my life use any of them. No matter how hot it was. I’m sorry, I just wouldn’t. But there are those producers, who might be very musically talented, who would say the same of me and my sampling. While I just can’t bring myself to say that Polow’s extremely uninspiring method of selecting music and creating tracks is nearly close to being equal in creativity to doing what I, or many other talented sampling-based producers do, to really call him out on it, would verge on hypocrisy.

3. As a listener
Well, I do like the song. I kinda thought Usher was gonna remain fallen off, but I think this is a good look. Personally, I have to say dig the joint. I bounce in the car a little like a fool when it comes on and I sing the hook sitting at my desk at the day-job. I guess at the end of the day, that’s what really matters.

No matter who, or what, made the music.

February 3
I share a birthday with my Hunni. While this makes it unlikely I’ll ever get a surprise party, it does make for a fun time of year when we co-party, and occasionally, have a co-party. This was such a year. On the way home from BJs, I hear Funk Flex blasting off on a SICK remix of Sounds of Silence. Dope. Stopped me in my tracks! “Now this,” I said to myself, “is some issh I would /could/should have done.” Man it was good. Hard hitting drums, little bassline here and there, dropouts, buildups.. Well done! (I still don’t know who did it, and I looked, and I never look, but repect due.) So now, in the back of my mind, I now have a new wheel turning. Gotta find me a similarly styled old school, non-R&B-per-se joint, and get my Manny Faces on! I thought briefly about what song would be good to work, but nothing came to mind. So, like a billion other things, I filed it away for future reference.

February 11
Me, Hunni and the Faces youngens go to Wendy’s for dinner, and are devouring dollar menu items, filled with tasty glee. Fast-food muzak is playing, though muted, over the restaurant speakers, as always. There, softly wafting to my ears, is a classic rock song that we all pretty much have heard. I stop chewing, right side of my brain wrenching control from the left (or whatever area controls eating). I turned to Hunni, who probably didn’t care much, and said, “I should work that!”… She nodded “Ok.. Whatever.” So I turned to the kids, who probably cared even less, and said “I’m going to work that!”… They nodded, “Ok… Whatever. Can we get ice cream?” I didn’t mind. I had made my Babe Ruthian prediction, pointing to the music bleachers, proclaiming my intent. I was going to hit an audible home run. You’ll see.

February 11 – Later
Crap! I have schoolwork to do. (This online go-back-to-college-thing is hard!) But the juices were flowing. The heat, was not. It was cold. Very fitting for the song. (I also grasp the logo-irony that I was inspired in Wendy’s). I feverishly worked the ‘first round’. (There are usually 3-4 before I get close to being done). A couple of off-the-top choices of drums, sounds, etc., worked out great! That is a nice omen when that happens, as opposed to trying out 32488 different things before something clicks. You start to lose the vibe. Bartender remix was like that. The first beat in the vault I tried, ended up being the winner. Love when that happens. This process was more complex, had to chop up the song a lot, since it was originally live, the tempo varies, and I had to sync it all nice so it would work alongside more rigid drum programming. There’s more, but that is either a) boring, or b) production secrets. But by 2:30am or so, I had a rough draft. And oh what a great idea for a verse to throw it!! This just might be kinda sorta hot.

February 12
I started listening over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. As I always do. Listening for imperfections, different arrangement options, levels, etc. Oh how I liked how the verse comes in. I was sweating myself kinda hard. This is gonna be a good one.

February 12 – Later
Back at the lab, I snuck in a little touching up between homework and reading. I really worked this one fast. Careful not to sacrifice quality, but I had to get back to schoolwork or I’ll be in deep educational debt doo-doo. I saved a mixdown and dished it to a couple of confidants. They would tell me how it sounds, and be honest about it.

February 13
Feedback started coming in. Couple things. I took note, plus had a couple of my own tweaks in mind. During the work day, I go to the back, and my co-worker has classic rock playing through Sirius. Guess what song is on? This is definitely an omen (because of course, my remixes are part of an ongoing divine intervention…. Don’t worry. That was sarcastic. But I did think it was a very very cool coincidence). I can’t wait to get home to finish it!!!

February 13 – Later
Back at the lab again. Man if it weren’t for a “real job” I’d get things done much quicker. Anyway, made the final tweaks, listened another 235 times, and threw together an email blast. No time to lose. It was Thursday, I don’t like sending out stuff on the weekend and the urge to get it out and hear what people think was strong. Around 10pm, e-blast-off! Back to reading U.S. History and Physics, and waiting for the feedback to start trickling in.

February 14
Feedback is 99.9% great!!! I love it when a non-plan comes together!

And now, if you haven’t already come across it:

The Mamas and the Papas (featuring Tupac) – California Dreaming (Manny Faces Remix)

Click here for non-Tupac version.

Hope you enjoy! Let me know.

One of my greatest drawbacks, is my scatterbrainededness. Oddly, though I make my living in the ‘real-world’ as moderately successful, semi-big-dog-level Operations Manager, and much of this is project management, it is an interesting irony that one of my biggest flaws is my inability to stay organized. True, I have to handle all of my day-to-day activities, being a single father, boyfriend, worker, and aspiring music producer, none of which are particularly easy to do, and combined are close to impossible at times, but I have always secretly known that I just simply need to get a better grip on all of the activities and responsibilities that I need to juggle, if I wanted to come close to living up to my potential. So, the last 3 weeks or so has been largely dedicated to reorganizing (and in some cases, organizing for the first time) many factors of my life. My focus has been strong, and therefore, my attention to Manny Faces business has been on hiatus. Here are some things I did:

Home Office Overhaul
I begun this New Year’s Revolution during the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I was off from work, home with the babies, while my hunni had to work most of that week. So, I cleared out every ounce of furniture, music equipment, computer equipment, garbage, wires, rocks, papers, scissors… Everything. I completely threw away my desks, remnants of a modular office system that one of my old employers was throwing out. It was at home in a big office, too big for a home office. And more importantly I realized, it didn’t allow me to have my ’setup’ the way I want it. With dual-monitors, big ol’ speakers, a midi keyboard, amp, mixing board, and clutter, it just wasn’t feng shui enough I guess. Hunni bought me a new desk as a pre-birthday present, and it was great! Just how I wanted my ’setup’ set up, and inexpensive, but not cheap. So, after two nights of priming, painting, perspirating and painstaking preperation, my office was reborn from an office-slash-storage room-slash-hideout for the cats-slash-pigsty to a clean, HomeOffice 2.0ish looking oasis of ergonomically placed Manny stuff where everything is at arm’s length and just feels right.

Filing
I have papers. Boy do I. Bills, Family Court papers, Divorce papers, newspapers, bills, business papers, mortgage papers, bills, health record, birth certificates, bills and countless random sheets of printed matter, most of which, doesn’t matter. And it was high time that I lowered the high tide of this sea of paper. So, for about $12, I got one of those plastic tub-thingys from Staples that hold hanging folders, sat my ass down over the course of two days, went through every pile of paper, threw away everything that was truly useless, and filed. Now, instead of scraps of my whole life scattered throughout the house, irreplaceable important records entangled among insignificant leaflets of irrelevancy, I now essentially have everything on paper that is worth keeping, in one place. This makes a huge difference. And is 24% less of a fire hazard!

Computer tweakin’
So I am pushing through! I am psyched! I am excited and working hard and staying up late and organizing and rearranging and rebuilding and so this is the PERFECT time for my computer to die, isnt it?. Ah yes, Mr. Random.Windows.Operating.System.File is missing or corrupt or has herpes or who knows what. Now, in the past, because I am a) cheap, b) broke and c) technically savvy, I bought lower end PCs, no service contract or brand names – “If it breaks, I’ll just fix it” was (and largely still is) my mentality. But this one, is still relatively new. And was not cheap. And is a name brand. And I am super careful about keeping it clean of unwanted stuff. So, when it died, I was definitely a tad miffed. But OK, nothing a Windows reinstall can’t fix. Well, long story short, I reinstalled Windows, and as Microsoft-luck would have it, this did not solve the problem. So I tried a million and 7 things, all tidbits of tech procedures I’ve picked up in my many years of PCing, with no success. I wondered how a Windows file could still be missing, when I reinstalled Windows?! Bizarre. But then the answer! One of my USB slots was broken. Now, the corrupt file message I received, that was not permitting my computer to breathe any e-life, had nothing to do with the USB slot being damaged. But as anyone who has had major computer trouble undoubtedly knows, it does not have to make any sense at all. So anyway, a little mechanical prying and I fixed it. The actual silver lining here though, is that by reinstalling, I actually got my computer back to near-factory level cleanliness. Sure I had to reload a bunch of my applications, but I definitely de-cluttered the OS, registry and all the unwanted programs that I had previously loaded, tried, and dismissed. So in a way, this major annoyance was not a bad thing. I cleared my desktop of the 239847239 things that were there, made improvements to my browser (hotkeys, easy to get to toolbar links, etc.), set up an iGoogle page, a Google Calendar page, set up my email boxes (in accordance with the Getting Things Done system that I have also been reading up on, an intricate, but much heralded method of learning how to process information. Valuable time-management self-help). All in all, I got this computer setup just the way I like it now, and I’m taking advantage of many lifehack-type of technical tips and tricks and it has made a huge difference in me keeping track of all the things I need to keep in mind.

There are a few other things I’ve done to try and get on top of my game this year, some I will hopefully hold on to, while other ideas and methods may fall to the wayside, but I point all this out to those who are reading because it is important to realize that despite whatever natural talents you may have, whatever dreams and aspirations you might be following, sometimes you have to stop and take stock of the situation, and of yourself, to determine what you need to do to be a better person. The best part is that this is something I need to do to be better at music. And at marketing myself. And at my day job. And at my relationship. And at fatherhood. And at staying sane. So no matter what, taking stock in myself, recognizing my flaws, and finally taking the time to simply DO something about them, is the #1 priority on my new fangled to-do list. After that, everything else will just be better.

Now if I could only stick with my exercising. <sigh>

[From Damian via MySpace note]

Wow…

That’s all I can say right now, man. Your revisions and recreations of familiar songs are so refreshing to my ears. The ears of a hip hop fan that yearn to hear something new and exciting. You are definitely the most original artist I’ve come across in a long time and for that I’m grateful to you for what you do. Thank you for creating moods in rhythm that motivate me to listen more than a handful of times.

Peace. Love. Respect.

Damian

Jeez. Damian, thanks. You’ve made a starting-out-not-so-great day, a lot better already for me. I appreciate the appreciation!

So then, what is this blog for? Well, here are three possibilities:

1. I have an illusion of grandeur.
Somehow, I am really starting to believe my self-hype. That I am loved, respected and followed by legions (or at least semi-legions) of fan, worldwide, who want nothing more than to get into the mind of Manny Faces. Follow my emerging career much like my father, (who is a retired Sociology professor but has always been a repressed radio jock), fondly remembers his college days when he was following the-largely-unknown B.B. King, even interviewing the blues man and predicting his subsequent breakthrough and ascension into musical history. Certainly I receive emails and MySpace messages from people who genuinely seem to dig what I do, enjoy the personality I put into and behind the remixes, and marketing, and photoshopped images. These folks just actually might be interested in a little behind-the-scenes look at what could be the blossoming of a successful and wealthy music producer, or might end up being a woulda-coulda-shoulda-been who eventually fades off into the twilight of his production career, leaving behind a final blog posting, electronically signaling his departure from the pursuit of happiness that has been a companion of his throughout his adolescent and adult life. This blog could even be considered an e-reality show, that exists to entertain people for no other reason than it provides a serial look at segments of the life and times of a stranger, one who does something somewhat interesting, one who could end up being someone other than who he is to his family and friends co-workers. One who might actually end up living up to his illusion of grandeur.

2. This is self-medication.
The fact is, I don’t have a lot of friends. There is Hunni of course, but she, especially now, is busy, as she takes on the admirable task of achieving her Master’s Degree. There are a couple of homies I grew up with, but neither are in the area, and thus, our communications have become seasonal at best. There are work buddies from the last job or 2, who I IM a lot, stroll by to see during lunch, and always promise to go to whatever party/event/happy hour they continue to invite me to, but I never do. No, I am a focused man, focused on my day job, my family, and my Manny Faces persona. But I am a complex dude, (even if it is entirely possible that I create my own complexities) who has dealt with, and continue to deal with, a lot of harsh and stressful… stuff! And perhaps, falling deeper into the role of Manny Faces, sharing more of me/him than just the marketing angle and email blasts, gives me a chance to sneak in some “non-Manny” feelings. Just to get them off my e-chest. Even if no one cares. Even if there is no one reading. This is my journal, it let’s me vent, even if I rarely do, but it’s there if I need it. But I’m not exactly into the idea, so I pepper in a lot of Manny stuff and sprinkles of non-Manny stuff, just so I don’t feel foolish because essentially, I have a fancy diary. As in, “This is lame. A diary. I might as well color my computer pink, and put Hello Kitty stickers all over it.) No, this gets to be called a ‘blog’ and since it’s all abut Manny Faces, it’s simply a calculated marketing ploy to enhance my web presence n a way that will attract attention to my musical abilities and blah, blah, blah. Well, this is probably partly true, may even have been the impetus for starting it up in the first place. But maybe it is also a weird form of therapy. I believe the word is catharsis. And for me, because of all the stuff, it might just be helpful. Necessary even. As long as I don’t overdose.

3. I am not going to make it in music.
So, while I have what might be considered a somewhat decent career in the real world (I have health insurance. Isn’t it weird how THAT is becoming a new plateau that only the very gainfully employed is able to achieve these days? With leases and high-interest car loans, anyone can drive a Benz now, but damn, ‘You got health, yo?? You must be gettin’ paaaiiid!’) Anyway, this day-job life I lead is essentially business management. While I never actually completed college (I went for about two.. or three… minutes), I’ve worked long enough and am lucky/blessed/ambitious/intelligent enough to have been able to learn a thing or three and be able to apply it to a managerial job in graphic design and marketing firms, which is where I reside during the daylight hours. But I would give it all up for the right production deal, or even a similar position in the entertainment industry that I enjoy so much. However, the odds are against me on both counts, and the likelihood is that I will not be Manny Faces for much longer. That Manny will retreat into the nether reaches of my mind, relegated to the same mental Old-Thoughts Home where my imaginary friends (oddly, a man named Man, a dog named Dog, a dragon named Dragon… I was apparently much less creative as a kid.. When I relayed this information to my workmates recently, and during the subsequent laughter, I made the mistake of saying, “Well, what can I tell you.. But we all hung out, like a gang”… to which Jason says, “What was the gang’s name? Gang?” HA. Funny Jason. Damn you, but funny.) Anyway, I digress. The point here is that the other other thing I like to do, and have had minor, but promising success with, is writing. My previous employment found me at a newspaper, where I was managing graphic artists, but had the ability to, more than occasionally, write articles for the paper. I was even co-columnist of a very blog-like lifestyle column. I enjoyed it, I seemed to be good at it, and the aforementioned college professor father, who is likely the most intelligent and wisest man I know, has always praised and pushed me as a writer. So, my thinking is, while now I am able to write for pleasure, I can shake the rust off a little bit, fine-tune my writing skills, and perhaps seek an opportunity or two to build on this ability that I have, that I seem to enjoy. That way, if the day comes when I have been beaten down one too many times from the cruel blows dealt by the juggernaut that is Being A Struggling Artist, I may actually have an outlet where the creative side of me will have something to fall back on. To balance having finally fallen flat on my face.

Well, whatever reason, or more likely, combination of reasons, has led me here, here is where I am. Nice to know that you are here with me, for whatever reason of your own. Unless it is because you are trying to learn all you can about me, so you can stalk me, and I’ll have an accident near your house in the woods, and you’ll nurse me back to health but you’ll tie me up and sledgehammer my ankles so I can’t leave and make me write a book. Then, not so much.

Hm. That reminds me:

4. Because I simply have no life.
It IS Friday night after all. <sigh> Well, such is the life of a pseudo, almost-famous, but-not-really, narcissistic, lonely, complex, confused, music-producing, manager, father, with no friends, a distracted lover and nowhere to be tonight but Blogville.

Welcome to my world.

She prefaced what she was forwarding with:
PLEASE FOLLOW THIS GREAT ADVICE!

Then the message, from good ol’ Reverend Run:

Good morning. One of the most important things I have ever learned is to give total attention to one thing at a time. Many people allow their creativity to scatter their attention. Their abilities become lost through misfocus. It is better to complete one worthwhile goal then to begin ten others. EVERYONE WILL CLAMOR FOR YOUR ATTENTION. As harsh as it may seem, you must learn to dismiss from your presence people who distract you from YOUR GOD INSPIRED GOAL… Stay focused! :) :)

God is Love
Rev Run

My hunni knows me so well. :-)

N2U – I Miss U

R.I.P. Mommy
aka Ma
aka “WHERE ARE ALL THE F–KIN FORKS!!”

I hope you’re still proud of me.