The Granada

Well, it's been the slightest bit too long since i've blogged it up on the hood side of my internet escapades. I gotta hit ya'll with that real talk about my ol car. It ain't no bucket, however i have heard it called the heap, the boat and the grand nothing, but my ride the shit man. I go that straight 6 3.3 a killer ass audiobahn sound system that sounds like the devil climbing outta my trunk. It's got all blue leather interior, a set of lights in the far back panels for reading, and an ashtray built in the back of my bucket seats instead of ashing into the door and getting sucked out by the wind. The console in my car is an insert and that kinda sux a donkey dick, but it does work just right for my beverage and my hater blockers. (shades) The glove compartment is like a tomb when locked shut, and i know this because i have tried to pick the lock to no avail. The only thing that is killing me in the worst way is the dam leak its got. This leak sux so bad that i lose compression due to the fact that its the rear main seal. I gotta get it to the mechanic asap. I named my ride Anubis, that kicks ass. There's so much in that name alone you would spend half the week trying to google it and find out what all there is to know on that name. The point in closing that i have, is simply this, the days of my hoopty sittingup in the yard waiting for some cruisin and fresh tank of gas is all in the past, soon the fury and the horse power of my built ford tough engine will be purring and securing all across the seaport my nigga. Ya'll pay some bills and take the next to the dome. Nikia JOnes out.....

So slick he glide when he walk!!!!

Alright fuckers, been a good minute since i hit you with that feel 4 real deal so i guess that i want to let ya'll in on the transition(s) i've been in and out of over nad over again. I got mad love for my niggas, and here recently i've come to understand some of them in new ways. However, right along with this i have come to see into one of them in a whole new light and now more than ever i fear the very worst for him. The way that i saw him before was almost close-minded and hell bent in his ways. But more and more i am starting to wonder of his motives and what truly lies in his heart. This man can enlighten me and widen my horizon with a conversation, on the same wave length, he can utterly destroy and leave amuck things that one has put emphasis on straight from there heart. I can't say that i hurt because of this person, but i know that any one else in my place may have already given up. Then there's faith, i have faith, in my wife, my future, my writing, my abilities all the way around. I have lost faith in things like music, especially alot of this new shit. I have no reason to turn on a radio station 82 percent of the time just because most of what is coming out of it is shallow and padantic. The best things in life are free, that is something i have tons of faith in. There's alot more to life than what is in my pockets, but so much of the truly GOOD things in life pass so many by that awake one day and feel as though they have wasted it all. I know that this is morbid and atrocious thinking but it is better to resolve oneself in his wholeness than to simply act as though you can live through your own dictation. I can't keep typing at the the moment cause of the man and his death grip on a nigga. I'll holla shortly. BE EASY> never sleazy

The contraptions of evil

Well, hello once again sportsfans. Tonight is totally gay, i'm riding solo, and i'm hungry as all motha fuckin get out. The shenkster lucked out and dipped only 8 whole minutes after she arrived. So i'm here waiting for the last 4 cake eaters to show up and then my food........ Thats a whole different tale to tell. Yesterday was the schiz-nizzled-bam-dizzle i got off early and ate god to death, then i got some beers in me and cooled out for half the night. All the way around it kicked ass. When i get outta here tonight i hope to hang out tough with my lady and get my grub on again. The german freindly is tonight, so naturally all these goofy dressed dudes are moping around this piece not speaking to any one who doesn't look as rich as they may, and leaving there drinks out in the open and sometimes even spilling them. Rich folks...... dam. Any how the highlight of the day so far was the big fall, two chicks one bag one fall, to asses in the air!!!! I wish i could've recorded it and put a play by play on here for you non-reading assed onry hoe bags. The dude just got back with the light, i'm gonna go burn a square, ya'll be easy, big shouts to the gun man, who i found out is under the weather, holla. Nikia Jone$ out.

ak's and chevrolets

well, i got to go back to my old hood yesterday, it was quite elevating for the spirit but still all too baffling to the mind. I didn't get to roll through and hit up all my homies, but i did get to holla at my homeboy of homeboys. We hung out on the porch, and we got to see some crazy ass fools with some crazy methods of removing you from existence. It was one of the best christmas memories that i will treasure for all time. When i told my homeboy about life here in the SAV he wanted to pack up and leave with us. Loyalty: it always shows you what it is about a person that makes just cool as fuck all the way around. There are alot of things about the hood that i miss like hell, but there is a huge part of it that strikes me with the harshest feelings of depression. The hood got an ALCO though, i thought was pretty fuckin cool all in itself. It was the first time i ever saw the huddle house closed too. What a night it was, then i drove home and got to scavenge through the rest of my christmas loot which ranged from a box of boxes of cookies and a new japanese fighting fish which i named "spoons" and he's one pad ass stinky left handed motha fucka. He can't hustle like me though. Then, to top it all off, my girl got another fuckin cat! so now were up to 3, let's see how ong this shit lasts.

Feelin the burn

NADA ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA

Well, i have officially begun my hunt for the spot in which i get my foot into the door that will hopefully one day allow me to establish myself as a world renowned author. I have been emailing paul williams for any kind of help or insight to help along with my struggle. The more i delve into this plight of mine i feel as though it is the calling that i have felt all my life. It wakes me from my sleep, it grips me at the moment that i feel that there is something in me that needs to get out and the only outlet it has is pen on paper. I get into a certain frame of mind where all that is around me is the opportunity to write out or type all that i can. It's almost euphoric the way it make me feel to write something that moves the reader or readers that i allow the chance to critique what i put on paper. Sometimes i find myself engulfed with letters and words, peices of poems and my sories rage through my head at speeds unheard of by mankind. Through it all as my mind quakes, and my palms yearn for the cylinder shape of an ink pen, there is an overwhelming burn deep within the back of my mind, it always feels as though my intuition and my imagination have fused to form one mass of all that is in my writing material, the very microscopic fragment of enlightenment that dwells in me in all that i do and attempt to accomplish. It feels sweeter than when fate smiles upon vengeance and i am the one allowed to extract it.

Day 1

well here we are, my first blog, i am a male i have brown hair and brown eyes,(but i'm certainly not full of shit) i work at the hilton in savannah georgia, i used to always go by my nick name nikia, but here i have to tone alot of things down. I work with a good freind of mine named tommy, we likes to chill hard like ice. Most of the time we're stuck behind the front desk and we usually don't get much to look forward to.