Crumbs to Bricks...Part I (Panama City, Fl)

A lotta folks have always asked me to tell my life story, as some have said it would probably be quite interesting...and, as I said when I was just getting started , I would tell y'all about me.....well today, Sunday, June 27, 2005, hustling came to mind...why, I have no clue...but I just started reminiscing about the game, and how I am, what I am today, and how hustling played a role in it.......let's go back.....waaaaaaaaay back, to 1985, to be exact...that's when I got my first taste of hustling, and what being a "ghetto superstar" was all about....13 years old, mind you! I had had a glimpse of superstardom at an early age......I was a peewee football star...and if you ever played peewee football, you know what I'm talkin bout....In Florida, peewee football was BIG! Real big.....names, highlights, articles, pictures, and box scores in the daily paper.....and sometimes, front page......peewee football was big, ya hear me...and that's usually where you earned your REP!!!! If you shined on the field, and your name stayed in the paper, as mine did, then you got star treatment in the hood.....when kids ask for your autograph, then you're ghetto fabulous!!! I loved that shit!!!!!
Back to 1985.........was going to Mowat Jr High School (only old heads know bout Jr. High School...Middle School is that new shit!)......staying with Granny and 'nem.......wuddn't a lot of loot in the house, so wuddn't too many EXTRA's...nah mean.....Mom's was recovering from a major surgery, hence the reason for being in Panama City in the first place.....so shit was tight.......And coming from Sarasota, to Panama City was like going back in time....PC was always home, cause that's where Granny lived, and that's where summers were spent....but living there.....nah!!! Talk about slow....them niggas was slow.....I couldn't, and still can't, dance for shit....but to them cats....I was tight!....I was up on shit that they hadn't seen yet, and had songs that they hadn't heard yet, so I was THE SHIT! "that nigga from down south".......So I looked forward to going to Panama City every summer.......cause the game didn't stop....just a different location.....however, it was different living there....I had to fit in with them niggas, yet and still, remain apart.....it was cool coming for the summers, cause Mom's would leave some pocket change.....butMom's was sick....and Granny hadn't raised teenagers in years.....nor worked.....so damn......after one week of school...being the "new kid" ...y'all member how that shit went...got all the attention....I had to do sum'in.....how could I make some extra loot? The shit back then was going to McDonald's after school chillin....how could I be cool, and not hang? No spare loot....what????

Blow Pops

Damn right...Blow Pops....I started hustling blow pops....in Jr. High...blow pops was like crack! A bag cost me $1.86, at .$25 per pop, I grossed about $5 per bag....was bringin at least 5 bags per day to school, killin them fools!!!! Pockets stayed on swole....pushin blow pops.....Granny even helped me get started...she saw how independent I had become, and wasn't botherin her for any money, she financed a few bags..would get me some industrial sized bags from Sam's or some other wholesaler, when cats tried to "rank" on the game....stayed one step ahead of them niggas.....You couldn't tell me shit.......even then, I saw, chics like money.....in '85, a 13 year old with $50-75 in his pockets was the shit....and the girls knew it.........they created a monster...........ala, the birth of "Pretty Tony."


Stay Tuned............

Da fuck is it about the truth?

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the the truth........"
Then dammit do it!!! Seems to me that a lot of folks don't really know what that means....so let me help you out...the Truth is the embodiment of YOU! Living, breathing, eating, sleeping, shitting, nothing but the truth! In essence, that means being True to who you are..."to thine own self be true." Many of you have heard me say that time and time again...and I stand by that; There is no compromising on the truth. Mathematically speaking, which you will hear constantly from me, means there is no room for variance...no standard deviation, no nothin', just the facts....And there is but one fact, and that's you....everything else is relative....one absolute truth...your existence! Life is based on choices, right? So, if you base all of your choices on "Truth and Righteousness" then, you can never go wrong......It has always been my notion that man can do damn near anything he wants in this world (GOD gave us dominion over it), so long as he doesn't shit on anyone in the process; You know, don't lie, cheat, or steal to get what you want....then "yours is the earth, and everything that's in it..." But for some unknown reason, this concept seems to escape folks. Som' bitches will lie even if the truth sounded better...and I can't understand that shit to save my life....I mean lying is hard...cause you gotta remember that shit!!! then, to be truthful about it, there's no righteous reason one should ever have to lie...none what so ever!!!! Cause if you're lying, you're hiding something...the truth is an open, free flowing, carefree life......a pure heart!!! bottom line. No malice, no evil, no hatred, envy, none of that shit......you sleep damn good at night....that's living the truth...you've done what you said you were going to do; you've been where you said you were going to be, you've kept your word!!! that's the truth....the word...your word.....the spoken word.....which should always be a manifestation of your inner feelings.....which should always be pure and truthful in nature...(think hard enough, you can see the cycle).....a representation of he who created us in his image, of him who knows nothing of that but the truth..... I ain't gon' touch on that....... yet...but you see where I could go with that.....but, Truth.....Word.......Your Word.....Say What You Mean, and Mean What You Say! Dammit!!!! That shit irks the fuck outta me for somebody to say they gon' do sum'in and don't do it....dammit, don't waste my time...and that's what lies are, a waste of fucking time! Lies....Deceit.....Devil.....Father of Lies.....Ain't that what the preacher says....the biggest lie the Devil ever told was, "you got time,"...ain't that what he says right before benediction, to get folks to, "come on down............won't there be one?"

The Truth folks......it ain't hard.....just clean out some of the bullshit you got goin on in ya inner self, and let it go, then you ain't got to hide nuttin'....like Luda said....."blow it out ya ass"......and live right!!! And the "Truth Shall Set you Free."

Ain't this bout a bitch!!!!!

First of all, thanks to all of those who read and commented on my inaugural post...Much love to my TOS FAMILY..love y'all niglets....but anyway, as the title states, Ain't this bout a bitch, ummmm, naw, not yet, there'll be plenty of time for that, as I said in my first post, I'm just gettin started, (ain't got this back linking shit down yet); But that's what I said when I got home last night..."ain't this bout a bitch!!!!!"....First, we lost our softball game, by the mercy rule, no less......then, my damn fish died......now before y'all say wtf, and why am I trippin over a fish dying, get this...in my zone, I'm thinking, all of this has another meaning, a deeper meaning....not immediately clear at the outset, but looking into the situation, and analyzing...as I do....I think of all the variables involved....basically trying to make sense of it....cause nothing is always what it seems....we can argue til the cows come home, but it ain't so....For every action, there's an opposite, but equal reaction..mathematically speaking, everything has an inverse.....So why did my fish die, and what does it mean?? I bought the fish, from a friend of mine, sJea , about 2 months ago....First time ever having a fish, so I kinda expected him to die...soon...like within 48 hours...but he didn't....so here we are today, two months later; This weekend, he was alive...this morning he was alive, cause I was even planning on gettin him some more food this evening.......after I got the tank cleaned.......sJea plays with softball with me, and said time permitting, she would follow me home this evening after the game, and show me how to clean the tank.....cool....not knowing we would get our ass kicked, ....sorry, we did....and I pitched, so I can talk....our game ended early...from East Point to May-retta, ain't down the street...however, sJea followed me home......to do a good deed....And I just be damned, the fish dead! Dead as a doorknob....all stiff and shit, gills spread out.....nasty, if you ask me.......first thing sJea asked me, "you been feedin him alot?" ummmmm, yeah, I was gon' get him some food after I cleaned the tank, in fact.....she said "boi, what I told you?".........Initially, I had followed sJea's instructions, and fed him every few days, and all was cool.....but for some unknown reason, lately I had been feedin the thing everyday, and tellin folks all he did was eat and lie around....sJea told me those were his characteristics, so I thought it was all normal.......fully expected the fish to be alive when sJea came to clean the tank....but he wasn't, and I was quite dumbfounded to say the least......like how fuckin ironic is this.......cause I had even been askin sJea to come to clean the tank for about 2 weeks now, and when she was finally able to get out there, the damn fish dead.....to me, shit like that is cause for analyzing....and that's what I did...first I had to form a hypothesis.......ask a question....then, either prove, or disprove it....then, by default, obtain my answer.....how could I do that with this situation, I thought..... I know what my question is....why did my fish die....but as any true scientist would tell you, that's too easy...too obvious....the fish died cause you fed him too damn much and he blew the fuck up...that's why the fish died......the question you seek pertains to life.......you were expecting the fish to be alive, as he had lived 2 months prior in the same environment, you had asked sJea for weeks to show you how to clean the tank, and finally she was able....then....all is ready, and you're comfortable, and complacent.....the unexpected......you can't question the unexpected, no matter how ironic that shit is; you just wanna make sure you're prepared to deal with it.........'ol pimp credo, "If you stay ready, you ain't got to get ready"...Make the most of it; turn that shit around; ......sJea, who was "Kuntry 'fo Country was cool," got the dead fish out (I woulda eventually manned up and got him) , and proceeded to show me how to clean the tank sans fish.......Now, I'mma go get me a damn pirhana, like I've always wanted, and ride out..............y'all may not feel where I'm comin from, but it makes sense to me........fuck the lil shit, 'specially if you know how to prevent it from happening again, and keep it movin, pimpin............but I'm still like......"ain't this bout a bitch."

Just Gettin Started-Again

As the title implies, I'm just getting started again- yeah, again, cause my first post was lost in cyberspace somewhere, and I'm no genius at this, so here I am, just gettin started......yeah, I know this looks pretty plain, and dull, but as my HTML skills are enhanced, so will the look of my blog....I had this nice long ass post I was gonna bring for initial entrance into blog world, but as I stated, that shit got lost in cyberspace; Before I get into it, let me first put out all the disclaimers:

1)This shit will offend some; Just ain't no way around it. If you know me, you know I'm not one to bite my tongue- I tell the Tactful Truth! Granted, I'mma do my damndest to respect others' feelings, However, the truth will be told here..

2) I smoke! no explanation needed here. So if my posts seem as though I'm rambling and on some other shit, I probably am.

3) I cuss....if you can't deal with that, this blog ain't for you.

4) I'm a no bull-shit kinda guy.......again, no explanation needed.

That pretty much sums up all the disclaimers.......so, without further ado (sp), allow me to introduce you to, yours truly, ME!!!!! 2 Can Play That Game, Pretty Tony, T, T-Mac, whatever you know me by...this ya boi!!! With this blog, not only do I hope to give you a lil insight into my world, but with your interaction, hopefully I can get some insight into MY World, as well. I've been called everything from an ENIGMA, to Complex, to just a plain Asshole.....so hopefully, with y'all's help, I can conquer the "inna-me" and then prceed on to the enemy...get that? Also, I tend to go off on tangents, so try to stay with me, it'll all make sense in the end.....anyway, I'm 33, a divorcee, and I have 2 beautiful kids; I'm single, not even a rotation...however, if sum'in come through, better believe I ain't turnin it down....but like I said, I'm a no-shit kinda guy, so a lot of the drama that comes with dating, I don't have time for...I just keep it movin' pimpin! I'm going to tell y'all about my life, the chics that I encounter, the fools that I chill with, shit that just pisses me off, and basically life in general......so just sit back, chill, and enjoy the ride, cause this shit is about to blow up......I'm just gettin started.