Charge the Jellyfish

OKAY! So, I blame no one but myself for not updating this thing. (Who else is there to blame?!) But, TONS of things have changed. And, I would like to keep you guys in the loop.

1) Between now and the last actual post, “The Guys You Slept With” went up to a great crowd and a fantastic run. I want to give a shout out to not only The Rose Theatre Co, but also the cast! Ryan, Kyle, Trevor, Torence, and Kristen. The response was amazing and the turnout was GREAT. So great, it brings me to good news number 2!

2) “The Guys You Slept With” is in pre-production to be turned into a film. Soon we will start our fundraising efforts and I plan on keeping everyone up-to-date about the way things are going. Hopefully, things will allow me to post updates from on set and everything like that. 

3) I was recently in my first (short) film! It was part of the San Antonio Film Council and the film is called “Alien Not Defined”. It is a comedy and it was a BLAST to work on. I’ve become pretty close with the other 3 leads, and we finish the film this Sunday. Gonna be my first time on the “big screen” and I couldn’t be more excited about it. When the premiere is announced, I’ll be sure to let everyone know so you can come check it out. (And help the SAFC raise some money.) 

4) I’m working on a new script. The working title is “For Lost Time”. I am 90% sure the title is going to change, as the story has already taken on a life of its own. I’m also formulating ideas for the sketch comedy show “Angry Black Man” and should be about ready to start work on my next comedy again. 

All and all, good stuff is coming down the pipe. I will do my best to keep you guys updated more often. Just know this…this is only the beginning! 

And, just like that, the questions come rolling in!

First question comes from SoWhiteICan’tStandIt:

ABM,

Why is black culture constantly complaining about being stereotyped when all they do in public is try to fit into stereotypes in the most extreme way possible?

SWICSI

Hey Cracker,

You must understand one thing. It is your fault we are this way. Now, you might start some bullshit about how there is a Black President and everything is possible, but lets be honest with ourselves. How do you REALLY like your blacks? Are you more comfortable around a black person named Charles or Deroman? You might SAY you like Charles, but we all know that secretly you want a Deroman in your life. Deroman will know where to get the best weed, the best hookers, the best malt liquors, and the best bootleg copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Charles might be able to file your taxes, but Deroman will show you how to accomplish tax fraud every year. When you go to a club, and you are trying your weak-ass pick up lines on some woman and her large meat head boyfriend rolls up on you, your ass ain’t gonna be calling Charles to help you in a fight. Fuck Charles. Charles is too busy at home trying out the new recipe he saw Rachel Ray make while listening to The Police on his fucking record player. Deroman is the man you want!

You ask why we fit into stereotypes? Because your bitch ass won’t let us be without them. You don’t think Deroman wants to go to Seaworld and just enjoy himself? He sure as fuck does! You don’t think he likes stuffed mushrooms? That nigga loves him some stuffed mushrooms! And you wanna look at him crazy when he gets upset that you ask him where he can get an 8-ball. Yes, he knows where to get an 8-ball, but the point is he is 99.97% positive you didn’t ask Charles where the fuck to get an 8-ball. Fix your shit, and maybe we can start on ours.

-ABM

09ers Christmas is going fantastic. Don’t believe me? Come see the show!

In other news: I’m starting a new segment of the blog. That’s Right:

Ask the Angry Black Man!

It is the portion where my good friend Tyreke will answer any questions you may have.

I’m back on stage, acting again. Good times. This is one of the best times I have had doing a Christmas show. I’m looking forward to knocking it out the park.

And, the next show penned by me opens in January.

Title?

“The Guy’s You’ve Slept With”

It has been tooo long. I don’t know why, but it seems near impossible to remember to write in this thing. I will slowly get it, though. It is about creating the habit. 

Honestly, as of late, I have been in a major habit of NOT writing. Not just here. But…in general. I started a book, and I finally finished the first chapter and started on the second…only to realize I want to write the book from first-person. Stupid me. Now, I have to rewrite the first chapter. All I have to do is print it out, read it, and rewrite it. Really, it shouldn’t be as much of a challenge as I think it is. Reworking always SUCKS!

ALAS! Something literary did out of me come! In an effort to tame those demons inside, and actually write enough pieces to participate in a poetry slam, I have written a new poem. I’ll post it here, and if anyone wants to read it, they can come by and check it out. Anywho….here it is!

Sins of Our Fathers

 Your mist lies thick

Covering my feet

As I stumble through

A manifestation of gravity

The steps you took

Pull me down

And I struggle to fight

The fear I get when I fall

From a place so high

Harpies circle and shriek below it

I have no wings

No pockets of air to keep me up

And all the wind in my lungs

Is used to hold my breath

Lungs that you gave me

But did not teach me how to use

I’ve had to learn the taste of wind chimes

And magic of sighs myself

In spite of your sins

You are there, still, with me

Unsolicited but necessary

I move with hands that look like yours

But don’t feel what you feel

I’ve held things that you have touched

But never smashed them to hear the sound of

Miniature train wrecks

Echoing through tunnels

We have burrowed in a place so sacred

God only enters when he feels the need to

Touch a piece of himself

I’ve laughed in a way that has made me think that, just maybe

I can forget the things you will not let me

The lessons that I’ve learned

By reading oil slicked books

And tear stained pages

You traveled light, so leaving was easy

But I have smashed into my life as many

Different hearts as one man can fit in his hollow shell

They beat inside me

Tying me to the rhythm of their steps

You lifted your hands as a sign of strength

And I place mine behind my back

Waiting for the power of my actions to

Move the foothills aside

Reveling the wonders of a sunset

That I can see with the eyes you gave me

But trace with the lines of a smile you can never call yours

I have lived with your anger

Contacted from your blood

Like an epidemic

Sweeping the populous of me

It knocked on every door

Looking for a single “I”

That had not been injected

And shot through them

More you “you” than that “I” could handle

Now I hang by my feet

Draining all my blood

And replacing it with moon light

Not blinding, but still illuminating

I may never rule the oceans

Or pull them to my feet with my presence

And I may never be able to wrap my mind around

The way the grass bends in response to

The whims of the breeze

Or how to truly move with the entrancing sounds of

Summer and brilliance

But I listen to your words

And know them not to be from me

They are from you loosing your Eden

I don’t know who ripped you from your garden

But I can see those trees

And I would be angry too if I was forced

To leave a place that stunning

But that place

Where God goes to touch a piece of himself?

There

He left a seed there

I hold it in the hands you gave me

Wishing you could feel what I feel

As I begin a new garden

One I will never have to leave

Today I started work on a new book. I have had this series of books sitting in my head for awhile now. While at work (shhh, don’t tell anyone) I figured…what the hell? Start up a Google Doc and start writing the damn thing! So, that is what I did. I don’t want to say too much just yet, because it might turn out to be complete shit. But, this one has stuck with me for awhile, so I don’t think it is.

In other news, I figured out that this idea I have had for a book is most likely better served as a TV script. Maybe 4 seasons. You know, something that is set and done. But, we shall see. I need to learn how exactly to write a TV script first, then I can consider doing one. Oh, decisions.