You know ain't nothing changed but my limp

Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
-Mase, Puffy, BIG, "Mo Money, Mo Problems"

Just stab me in the neck now. I had planned to write this nice little recollection of the last decade. But then reality tapped me on the chin.

I lie to you not. 10 years to the hour, son. Irony is a mutha.

So peep this. I graduated from high school on June 6th, 1997. It was a great day. A little overcast and a slight drizzle. I had the green hornet at the time and did my little bit of errands and was finally making my way up Spruill Avenue to get to Sterrett Hall in time for the ceremonies. So I'm approaching the Chicora neighborhood and wouldn't you know it; some blue lights start twinkling in the periphery. "Nah," I mumble to myself, "this bum cannot be sweating me." Sure enough, I got pulled over and issued a moving violation. The indiscretion? I didn't have my head lights on in the rain. Now, ain't that some bull?

Fast forward a decade. Different state. Different whip. Different hood. Same ole bull. Only this time, she said I should expect a citation in the mail. Maybe if it was a heinous violation, I wouldn't be so heated. Or maybe if some dude who probably roams Dudley Square on the regular didn't piss on the sidewalk about 2 minutes later after they walked off. I am so pissed right now it ain't even funny. Just straight up messed up my whole demeanor for the rest of the week.

So now, I'll have to save my ten year recap and add a day or two to it refocus my thoughts.