Promulgations, Instructions & Shoutouts...

First off, for anyone who has yet to notice, I've gotten a second wind of sorts for this forum. It started back in November when I saw my muse and she got me back in the correct mindstate, exactly where I needed to be. I re-evaluated my life and now I see that in order to do what I want to do, I've gotta get out there and make it happen. This may seem ambiguous to a lot of folks, but this is moreso a message to me than to everyone else. My Pop told me that once you hit thirty, time starts to accelerate and that you should really do your best to fulfill your dreams because it is so much harder in your 40s. I think that's valid advice.

So, I plan to branch off and really make this into the journal of Black Bacchus. I got it correct a few times before, but often I'd be on some political bullshit that I really don't care to discuss anymore. The world is fucked, and I am aware of that, I'd just rather that not be the focus of my forum. Epicurean philosophy will be our thesis. Honest reenactments of life will be the method. I find that the things we do in everyday life is far more interesting than anything one will read about the fucking bullshit stars in US Weekly. Plus, I'm a character and attract them as well. I've got stories that'll blow your mind. Hopefully we can get to them. The links to the right of these writings will be where folks can investigate the shit I'm on. I don't want that to be the highlight of the site though, cause it isn't. So if you like to come here, and trust my taste, fuck with those links...

Finally, something that I have wanted to do for years... Shoutouts. Thanks to: the whole of my family; too numerous to name individually. You guys are the realest, and whereas we may butt heads on occasion, I love you all and your growth is my growth. Hopefully that exists on a vice versa basis. Chuck Dukie, my best fucking friend. We've been rolling thick since third grade main. Do you and let the world know your name; they need it in their life. M-Double A-L, for being a forward thinking, hustling muthafucka. I respect that to the fullest. I once heard that if you can make it out of Cleveland, you can make it anywhere. Killa K and Danny, y'all like some of the last of my 216 homies. A lot of people I either don't see or don't care to see. We gone do that Netherlands for three months; save that loot. B-Roc, the realest fucker I ever met at CSU and another one of my Cleveland homies that have stayed in touch since I relocated to DC. The music is dope man, rally up those troops and do it. I'll be home soon to bang out some beats with you. Alibe and Jamiel for doing the damn thang. I'm proud of both y'all brothers and need to check y'all soon. Y'all doing big thangs. And extra special thanks for being the first folks to really big me up with this forum shit. Harrison, for being the most business-minded dude I know. A lot of people talk shit about your failed ventures. Fuck them. They ain't got the balls to do what you do. When you make it, I'll be there with a huge snifter of Henny XO. Sam, for always waxing creative to inspire a yungplure to do his thing. Pigeon Shit is the shit. Don't stop that man, the world needs to know your name. Hawaiian Orange, eh? Michee-Mee, for being the most intelligent lady I talk to on the regular. God Bless your daughter. She's gonna be a bright one. That I know. JB Morgan, we've been through it. The Intangibles album was the dopest shit no one ever heard. We got big things planned, let's make it happen. Bahia? Also, thanks for being cool and nonjudgmental after a brother almost lost his mind and honor. Ms. Pau, for being my muse whether you knew that or not. I'll never forget that time in November. Shit was like a fairytale, main. We'll link again, don't worry. I do love being with you. Alexis, I don't know you that well, and truly don't think that you'll read this, but thanks for letting me know that what I'm trying to do can be done. Amari, my fucking brother. Always a pleasure to kick it with you. I don't know many people that I consistently get along with, but you're that muthafucka. New York just ain't New York if we ain't rolling. Upper Echelon, eh? Liz, Liz, Katie, Bianca and Melissa, for helping me out mentally in those Georgetown years when I couldn't find a plebian no where. I love all y'all and every time I'm in y'all's city I love the welcome I get from y'all. Lindsey, for being one of the realest no-shit taking broads I know and showing me nothing but respect and love. Men, be assertive. Elyde, for being my spiritual adviser, whether you realize it or not. Your spirit is incredible, girl. Don't change for nothing. Dago soon. Chris Adams for being the funniest fuck I know and for showing me that there ain't no need to bitch, just make it happen. You've been through more than me, so I can't complain. Rob Bacon for being the same guy you've always been even when you could've changed your stylee. Tasha, for teaching a fuck forgiveness and patience amongst other shit that I can't get into right now. You're a beautiful person. Don't forget about yourself. Amahl, you know how I feel. You should be fucking famous, dude. Let's do it. Fuck Minneapolis. Frenchie, for being a fucking diva and a real nigga. I want to hear the debut album. Fuck it, I want to make a beat for that album. Getting kicked of the Idol was the best thing that could have happened to you and through your example I have learned to play the hands of life as they come. Mehir, for holding me down that year I was extremely depressed and for leading by example with the international balling. Remember man, stepping stone. Margot and Danielle, for making my time in Italy wonderful and for being strong Black women when I needed to be surrounded by them. And lastly, but not leastly, DJ Muhfuckn Reemycks for being a real fucker and general gangsta. We gone do this fucking book!!! Fuck LA!!! If I ain't say your name, it's either because I forgot, or we just don't hang that much no more... but there's no love lost...