Sherquatta (Jenkins...probably)

Well, this actually happened about a week ago but I finally realized that I need to say something about it. I went to target to get my customary box of cereal when I ran into this pretty young lady with whom I somehow engaged in a lengthy conversation. She was well spoken, outgoing, down to earth and so on. So, on the way out the door I built up the gumption to ask her name and get her number. She says "I'm Sherquatta, and you are ?" I wasn't sure what she said until I gave her my phone and she typed it in. She said it with such confidence and she really seemed oblivious to how ridiculous it sounds...Sherquatta? Seriously? What the hell is that? I just hope when it came out of her mouth that my face didn't show the confusion and possible disgust. In my previous dealings with women with hood names, they dont think their name is anything other than exotic, literally. Maybe I'm wrong, I mean most people will never say or spell my last name correctly, and Maybe we have the same last name...Sherquatta Sturdivant :(

Crank That Arsonal

Maybe I'm just getting old, maybe I'm just jaded from the business, or maybe urban music really just sucks these days. For those that don't know I'm probably the hottest producer in the unknown universe, at least I think so. This weekend I met with another rapper, we'll call him "Yung Rapper," and as usual we listened to my tracks, I gave him my ideas, then i listened to his music and I say "yeah man we can definitely work, imma hit you up tomorrow." Pretty standard. Its funny that I relocated with the intention of making moves in the music industry (mainly because DC doesn't really have much of a market for music, plus the bammas be hatin) but being in Atlanta with my "sound" has really gotten me stuck and lacking enthusiasm for working with the artists. Anyway, I called Yung Rapper like i said i would and he didn't pick up and hasn't called back and its just the same cycle of nothing. On another note i got a Demo cd from a dude with tracks entitled "crank that spongebob," "pockets on lean," "and make it rain on em." I cant do nothin with that. So basically I'm in a rut and need to find a way out. What i've been doing these days is just give my beats for free to artists I'm feeling or who i think has potential to change the musical sound scape. So soulstice, if you feel the instrumental, its yours. Until you get some major money behind you then i want my damn cut!

Valentine Invitational

Finally, I raced again. After three weeks of training and no competition I got to see what all these days on the practice track amount to; a 6.39 in the 55 meter dash. Thats not terrible, but not good either. Kenny G and I left for Boston Friday in the AM, and got there at like 4 PM with the stinkin layover in the middle. By the time we got there it was snowing and the T station from the airport shut down, so we had to hop on this shuttle bus with 193 other people to the hotel. It pretty much sucked but i enjoyed listening to the McBostonites talk. The departed was on point with how the city is. So, back to running...I felt aggressive getting out the blocks for the 1st time in a while, but all that aggression led to a stumble about 10 meters in and messed me up for the next 45. I've invented a new place to trip up in the race. Usually you'll stumble the first or second step, maybe the third but tripping on the 6th is just retarded. And in doing so i kept myself from going to indoor nationals and getting over this hump of actually participating in a national meet. Anyway, somewhere in the race this dude, sideeq or something like that, passed and actually beat me. I'm not so sure if losing pissed me off or the fact that when I went to shake his hand he snubbed me like he was the s**t. So i told him "i'll see you at the trials," knowing he wont be there. Hopefully I do see that little scrub again so I can give him the business. Hey, At least I beat Kenny G in the 200 and got to see Fenway park.

BLACK COP

On the way back from North Carlina I got pulled over for speeding. Yes, thats right speeding...Going 75 in a 70. At least thats what the ticket cited. My speedometer was at exactly 73.1 when I noticed the cop, so i think they were juicing the radar. All I know is, they should have better things to do. Or maybe not, they really gotta regulate these insane drivers on the highways going 5 mph over the speed limit. I'm a goddamn menace on the road! The ridiculousness never ends. Oh yeah, the cop was black, so I'm sure when he saw an impossibly good looking brother such as myself in his fancy 2002 altima he got jealous...He could have let me go with a warning and that would have worked to "slow me down" but I guess thats too much. What a jerk. I'm heated about the whole exchange. Its a 150 dollar ticket man. Either pay that or go to court in some place in South Carolina that I've never heard of. Looks like i wont be getting the Jordan XX3s

The Perfect Ending

Ahh yes, the Patriots. The craziest part is the Giants of all teams were the ones to do it. Who would have thought? I'm sure somebody is gonna say they called it, but when the playoffs started I really don't think that anyone stated their claim with any real conviction. I'm happy for the New York Football Giants. Anyway, time for the Patriots; my coach is the biggest patriots fan in the history of the universe, which in turn makes me hate them. I called him during the game and of course he doesn't pick up. I cant imagine what his house was like during the 4th quarter. I just know I'm glad i wasn't there. Sorry Doyle...heh. Truthfully, the Pats got what they deserved. I mean like, them dudes are just a tad too smug. Plaxico spotted them 17 points in his prediction, they got 14, after all that s%*t they talked. It kind of reminds me of the Lakers in the early 2000s. Boy, did I hate them too. I called Doyle again (Doyle = my coach, btw) and he doesn't pick up, again. So i text him a few minutes later. He sends back a text sayin I'm going to Boston this weekend for a race. I'm thinking to myself, Boston? Right after the Pats lose? Nah Joe! Sounds like a set up. I aint really trying to get jacked up on those mean streets of Foxboro. I finally get him on the phone and aside from the fact that sounded sick he's actually serious. So looks like I'm going to Bean Town. Go Patriots!