Ah, it feels good to be next to my iMac. Next to the one thing that doesn't talk back to me when I don't ask it to. Ha-ha, my job is going well. I just hope that's Tavie job is going well as well.

It's Saturday night!
Okay, okay. It's Sunday morning...
And I feel like freelancing!!

To tell you the truth, I've been working on this freelance since 9:45 Saturday night! It may seem far from complete...
But who cares!?? Take that! And some more!!

Well, this masterpiece is titled after one of my favorite George Michael tracks. And there's some homage of sorts to him at the end, which I felt very important. Of course only I know such a song exists, for nearly everyone's memory of George Michael runs immediately to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. (Yes, you too, Tavie!!)
So, in my first blog of August, and in a long while... From the other side...

Hard Day

A whole hour and change past nine
for the millionth, fifty-six hundred thousandth time
I'm by myself on the Q32 line
composing some corny line. I won't complain.
I never really liked riding in the train.
It's increasingly hard to kick game
when your conversation is so lame.
Man, even my brother gives me the finger of shame.

Watching some little kid spinnning the wheel
I wish I could just click my heels
and end up in my dream automobile...
The brand new 2003 Lincoln Town Car.
My imagination doesn't run to Bentley's and Benz
all iced out with diamonds and pearls to match...
Hope I can read all my chicken scratch
before my mom realizes that I'm out of bed.

In reality, my pay is two or three beans a week.
Why is it the girls I work with can hardly speak??
Thinking about by stylish and sleek
Color Palm m130 Handheld.
'Cause it's a bitch when you have no paper,
and the words mix and mingle with your head.
While the coworkers talk about the amazing lyrics of Eminem
"Damn yo, that dude is sick..."
Or they talk about some other chick they thought looked nice.
Or Austin Powers 3... I saw that twice.
And now, I feel to watch some Miami Vice...
So what's wrong with riding the backseat of an '87 Testarossa??

Listening to my life from way back in the eighties
thinking of all those sorrys and those maybes
deep down, I probably have gone crazy.
But back then, the music was real.
Traveling up Bensonhurst, along the dangerous route.
Remembering the days when I was mugged a time or two.
Third time around, I made the guy's eyes black & blue.
And almost went to jail for that too!

But God was with me... Hmm, I did little to no shopping at all
When was the last time I've been to the mall??
Gotta make it home in time for Kids In The Hall
'Cause it's the only cool show on cable at night.
Been so long, I do miss all the fun
The days of home delivery before it was over and done.
Right now, I wish I could chill with someone...
It's not my fault most of my friends are over thirty-one!

Only their wisdom and jokes do these wise men spread.
Only they understand my craving for the Isleys and Simply Red
Only the youth would say "Man, the 80's are dead!"
But we won't be stopped now, cause it's 80's for life.
Right now, I feel my heart's been running aloof.
Like Shaggy, I feel I was robbed of my youth.
When the seniors all laughed at my suit
and women thought Brooklyn guys were not so cute.

I hope someone will give this driver the light!
Hitting nearly one hour to midnight
I can't believe I paid a freakin buck to write
my corny rhymes on a composition notebook!
Come to think of it, maybe Chris Rock was right
That the only way a black man would ever see a shrink
before crossing the sane and psycho border
is through a judge's court order.

But who do I talk to who'll not say that I'm whining?
All those nights alone just gets me crying..
'Cause it's better to be dying
having been loved and love lost than never to have loved at all.
But nothing says fucked like meeting a friend;
growing close, hoping the feeling would never end;
then next thing you never see her again...
Say goodbye, don't tell me why you have to go..

Damn, it's eleven twenty three!
Alone, but not alone is not the best way to be.
Strange, why do I have this feeling
that nobody wants to sit next to me??
I've never been one to play these games.
Where they move their mouths forever but words sound just the same.
Venting out my corny lines, as only I know how...
Praying, "Won't you gimme a break; somebody gimme a break now!!"