it started as a pasttime to make time pass

i got asked a few times if i felt older or wiser. no, just another day went by. hip hop week is upon us. that's not even the real name of it, but it's what i'm calling it. critical breakdown came back in full force tuesday night with some serious heat; literally. the AC broke down earlier in the afternoon, so one big fan had to hold us all down. but it was all good. everyone came out for a good cause and the various artists all held it down on the stage. the best performances hands down were by Project Move and The Foundation. Those two groups are really repping it and speaking truth to power.

like yo, that could be me. like yo, that could be me. like yo, that could be me.

i played softball for the first time in a good 10 years. man did i suck. i popped out on the 1st pitch. that followed with a walk, a strikeout, and a single. so yes, i did get one hit and even rounded the ases for a run. in centerfield, that story is a little bleaker. i let two hits fly by me. i misjudged on and ran too far up only to have it sail overhead by inches. and the 2nd was short, but my underhanded charge came up short. oh well. it felt good to finally get back out there. i was balling at wahington park until 10:30pm monday night and had no idea i'd end up in the outfield two days later. so i'm liking that variety. so anyways, back to hip-hop. the conference and concert are fast approaching. plus, it's hot as a mutha out there. here's to good wishes that all goes well.