MURDER, JILL SCOTT & A CHEAP BURIAL AN EVENTFUL MONTH, INDEED!

If there were ever a weekend that can be entitled “Bananas,” then this past weekend was it. I shot two short films, went to see Jill Scott in concert, and there was the “wow moment” Like to hear it? Here it goes:


Thanks to a close friend managing the Jill Scott concert tour, I get to see my first concert (as a spectator) in over 5 years. *Explanation? I don’t have the time, and I am NOT a spectator. Meanwhile, it was “up in the air” as to weather I’d get backstage passes or if I’d get prize seats where I’d hafta sit my ass down and watch the show, just like everyone else at Chastain Park. Well,it was my FIRST encounter at Chastain, so I wasn’t prepared: didn’t know I could bring a cooler w/food, liquor, etc. So, I couldn’t “ball” like everyone else displaying their brands of Hennessy and Don P, or the home-cooked chicken and corn on the cob. It was just me, my baby and some concession wine (gag me with a spoon on the concession shit). Anyhow, while I could’ve been seated anywhere in the intimate arena, why was I positioned to run into, then sit nearby my very FIRST girlfriend (we’ll call her the actress), and why was it such an out-of-body experience? Well, the short story is our relationship was long &amp; short, sweet &amp; sour. At age 16 she snuck across all of New York, from her Mom’s Brooklyn crib, to be in my arms, dry-humping until we ran out of options. Its just as well, since I was 19/just right for first loves, but just right for jail too. One thing led to another and my obsession with the actress ran out of steam. She was on her amateur carpet ride thru The School of The Arts/NY while I was still navigating my way through life as a ne’er-do-well entrepreneur-slash-promoter-slash-connector. So, seeing her now, the visionary that I’ve become, knee-deep in hit novels, quickly threw me back into time. In that instant, my mind raced, zipping along the timeline of my first love… our 1st meeting at <strong>The Fun House</strong>, where I begged my friend (and big brother) Tiny (promoter of Friday nights at the busy club) to allow then-unknown <strong>Dougie Fresh</strong> to rock the mic, to our many phone calls where I would fall asleep during the convos, to our mild break-up, to our re-uniting thru my prison letters, to her visits to the prison &amp; our vows to see life thru until death do us part. Yes, all of that flashed thru my cranium, including all the advice I impregnated her with; advice she swore helped her ace her studies &amp; master her craft. And such a short love affair ended quaintly thanks to sex that confused things. Our sex was so miserable and uncharted (no skills/no purpose) that it all came to an abrupt halt. She didn’t know what to do for a man coming home from a 33month prison stint, and I didn’t know how to nurture, elevate or mature the love we claimed. So, that might explain why I was a deer caught in headlights. But add to that the circumstances, us both being so many miles and so many years away from NY. Add to that our laying eyes on one another when I could’ve altogether missed her if our seating had been on the other side of the arena; or if I’d been backstage, the only place I know. ADD TO THAT, DOUGIE FRESH up on stage, emcee’ing the Jill Scott concert, importing his various “greatest Entertainer” skills to keep the crowd rockin. Much different from 25 years earlier when I brought him onstage at the Fun House… (you’ll need to read the book for all the juicy details)

But the greater point here is <strong>WHAT ARE THE ODDS?</strong> My life, I’ve come to realize, is truly a MAGNET. In fact LIFE IS MY MAGNET. It draws to me EXACTLY what is supposed to come my way. And that’s how I live. And so it is.
BTW, the photos at the cemetery are from a film I shot the same morning called “TYRONE’S REVENGE, starring the Comedic-actor Donald Long &amp; Comedian C Davis. And herein is the trailer for the “Facebook Murder” episode: Enjoy and COMMENT!

As for the murder that I witnessed? I really planned it all. I stalked this pretty mothafucka via Facebook, I called her office and eventually followed her home/broke into her house to stand over here while she was naked and masturbating in her jacuzzi. Yes, I did all this, but I did it thru a script, actors, and filming! And now, if you haven’t already seent it, here’s the trailer for the episode of Facebook Murders

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