memory .

Man . . . The old days I miss those days were you can go outside and play with your friends all day til you mama tells you to come inside and eat. I miss when you don't have to pay bills everything was free all you have to do is ask your mama. Like I tell my daughter , baby don't grow up to fast you have along time to do grown people things. I wish someone could have told me that when I was little because I grew up around bad people that I looked up to. I stayed out all night didn't come home to til 7 in the morning when it was time to go to school. But I remember when my daughter said one day , daddy what was the best thing you remember from your child hood. I told her I really could not remember anything. But I lied there was one thing , it was when I was 7 it was Christmas day I got the best gift every it was a red and black bike. That's all I wanted and it was so cool. It was like the best gift anybody could ever give me. Everyday I would ride I took care of it like it was my child, best friend, or even girlfriend . . . .

blog 3 . . . the fire !

What's wrong howard it looks like somethings bad happened. Nothing , nothing at all he had said. I saw something in his eyes it was something wrong. But, I hate asking people so I left it alone and had fun with my daughter. It was so funny how everything happen that night because right as i'm leaving my little girl said daddy daddy look! There is a big fire . As i turn and look i see a huge amount of people just running for their life. I saw the food stand on fire and it was getting bigger. Then i thought where is howard ? It was so many people i could see past the gate at the front. So like any other person i picked my baby girl up and took the fuck off back to the apartments. Little while later, I was watching the news thinking about damn i just witness a fire and damn where is howard ?