Give or Take

Finally! The stupid Superbowl is over!

I was excited a few months ago when I found out north Texas would be hosting Superbowl XLV. However, working in downtown Fort Worth during the game left me with mixed emotions about the whole ordeal once it was all said and done. Not to mention the winter storm that arrived and camped out in our town last week. Between the on-edge east coast tourists and iced over streets, I applauded the terrible reviews I saw on the 10pm news tonight, regarding the Superbowl festivities.

I guess that makes me a Texas traitor for having nothing super great to say about the Superbowl?
Yeah? Fuck all that.

My bloodline runs deep, unless
I don’t sleep.
Figure it’s my POPS keeping me awake
Help me keep my mind off the clouds for reality
These mothafuckas can’t fathom the wizardry
Slow mo' brain that's backwards cowards
"Take a shower your attitude stinks."
Wanna know what I think?

Outside of the Superbowl, I found out that my 10 minute script wasn't accepted into the Source D.C.'s 10 minute play festival for 2011. This bothers me because I was able to make it into the theatre's semi-finals when the contest was a global endeavor, but I haven't been able to make it anywhere close to that level since they revamped the qualifications and made the contest a nation wide search, only.

I wasn't counting on getting a script into the contest, but regardless, it's been a hard pill to swallow that the theatre overlooked my entry. I chalk it up to, "everything happens for a reason", and I'm trying to keep my eyes forward, toward the ultimate prize; the completion of my personal manifesto/memoir project. Between the Superbowl, family, Ryan, and myself, it's been hard to schedule time to devote to my own art work.

Something's gotta give or I'll be forced to take. One way or another.

This is almost embarrassing to admit, but I miss the shit out of Oklahoma.

You must understand when I speak
This is how I really am
This is how I really think
Yes, I really do drink
I really do rage my demons out the cage
Before I became the age to even rage
I was drowning them sorrows with some OE...
--Mojo So Dope/KID CUDI