I sincerely apologize for the extended absence from my blog. But it’s not like I’m being overwhelmed with comments and responses to what I write, so I figured I could take a break and no one would really miss me. Thanks to that special person (you know who you are) who made sure she went out of her way to tell me that I was wrong.

I couldn’t think of anything specific to talk about my first time back and my hands are actually cramping from not sitting down and typing for extended periods of time, so I figured I would catch everyone who was interested up on what’s been happening in my life since I moved back to STL. You’re definitely gonna love this one…

I relocated to STL in June of 2006 and all was good. I was finally back in my hometown, I couldn’t be happier. I was like a kid in a candy store. Shortly after moving, I started working in a call center for Comcast. At the time it seemed like a pretty cool job. I met a lot of great people and my hours were reasonably decent. About a month or so after I started my job, I started dating this BEAUTIFUL young lady, and then I started dating an even more BEAUTIFUL young lady. Every young man’s dream, right? After these 2 highly attractive women were out of the picture, I started dating my third GORGEOUS woman in as many tries. At this time, I’m feeling like I hit the lotto. Some time went by and I met another young lady who seemed like she was about 2 inches away from being perfect for me. We got extremely serious (I’m talking marriage serious) but we seemed to keep having little snags in our relationship that kept it from being all that it could be. Let me break that last part down for y’all a little bit. First, we had an argument about something stupid, and instead of talking about it like adults, we ignored each other like children. Well, for those that know me well enough, you know I don’t do well with not being the center of attention (I’m getting better at it now, though) and I ran off and did something that I definitely regretted. But then again, I didn’t actually do it, I had the thought, I came up with a plan, I found an accomplice, but when it came down to actually committing the act, I couldn’t perform (ain’t love a bitch sometimes!). That’s not the worse part of that whole ordeal. That would be in the fact that my girl caught me in “the act” so to speak. Y’all know how black folks do, we had a big fight outside and got the cops called on us. After the dust from that settled, you could tell that the trust in our relationship had gotten it’s ass thrown out of the window! She always wanted to accuse me of doing something, I swore up and down she was backsliding (y’all like how I throw the old school word in there?), and things were pretty much FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition). All of this bullshit is made even more horrible by the fact that she had a daughter that I’m crazy about! So here I am, stuck in between the old me who would run for the hills at the first sign of strife in a relationship and this new me who wanted to stay and work through the difficulties ( I don’t know where I found that second version at, but his punk ass is gone now!). This goes on from around Thanksgiving all the way up until March, and that’s when the shit started to get real fun! First, I got fired for some bullshit I didn’t do (never work in a call center, it’s purely for the bitch at heart). Next, my girl gets this strange text message from “me” stating that I’m gay. Come on now! If I’m gay, George W. Bush is a black man and a member of the Black Panther Party! Next, she has a conversation over the internet with somebody who claims that HE was my lover for 6 months while I lived in Kansas City, MO. True, I did used to live in KCMO, WHEN I WAS 12! How many 12 year olds do you know that have a love shack with their gay lover? I can’t think of any off the top of my head, but if you give me a little time to do some research, I’ll see what I can come up with. So, here I am, unemployed, depressed and being accused of being a homosexual by the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. How’s that for hitting rock bottom?

That’s pretty much it…

Well, I got rid of the woman, killed off the sissified version of myself that wanted to revive the dead horse, and remembered who the fuck I am! (thanks to my little brothers and my true friends. I love y’all for life!)

Oh yeah, here’s the kicker…

I’m moving back to ATL! Holla at ya boy!