follow the wave

Everything happens for a reason.  I always believed it, but I'm truly seeing it

all in action right now



brother gets engaged

curt decides to look for a place to buy

curt can't afford to rent for another whole year so curt won't renew his lease

landlord tells curt to kiss his ass

curt has to be out by August 1

house buying doesn't work out too well

curt has to put all his things in storage

curt's project at work is coming to a close and is unsure of what he'll be

working on next

curt gets a call for the possiblity of a job in response to a letter he sent

way back in January

curt is homeless

curt reaches out to friends and family who take him in

curt reaches out to friends in DC to tell what he is thinking

everyone tells curt, "Come on out, we got your back."

since all curt has is his clothes, his golf clubs, and his favorite records,

curt quits his job

Jan in the human resources department cries

job lead in DC is not final but may begin as quickly as in two weeks.

so curt is going to go spend a week with his parents, then drive his car load of

stuff to DC to find employment to supplement this great part-time opportunity

(if it happens)



but it's not just me... I know many people who are entering a time of

transition.



Folks are getting married, having babies, moving out, getting

divoriced, changing jobs, changing cities, changing countries, buying a house,

changing careers, and there is obviously something in the stars that's making it

all happen.  You can either fight the wave and let it bring you down or go with

the wave and see where it takes you.



Since I've started flowing with the wave,

everything has become extremely right.  Everyone who I have reached out to

has said they would help me in anyway they could in the most unselfish of ways. 

So as I take the big plunge into the unknown please keep me in your thoughts

and prayers.  Not sure how quickly the chronicles will come in the next few

weeks so continue to buy good music and let life take you where it wants to.



~C

Getting spanked at Galaga

Galaga was my shit back in the day.  You know, the pinnacle of space

invaders type games, where you shoot the flying birds, bumblebees and shit.

I used to play the hell out of that game.  I even knew where the one was in

the city where you could just hold the button down the whole time without

hitting it over and over again, so you would have like an automatic machine

gun.  I had played it so much that i knew which side of the screen the next

things were going to fly in from.



I was the shit at Galaga.



So I'm out at the movies and while I'm standing in line for the concession

stand, she starts playing a game of Galaga.  I'm like damn, "it must be a

connection from above." So she says, "hey, you wanna play a game?"  I look

at her and say are you sure you want to play this one? .... my shit?.... and

she's like "sure, why not".



She says, "I used to love this game!!"  I was like "Are you sure you want to

play this? because I'll just kick your ass and it won't be any fun for you."

I was still trying to determine if I should let her win or really spank

her to show her that not only am I a great guy, but I'm good at Galaga too.

So she makes me start off, "to make sure I remember how to play...."  Once

she started talking a little shit, no matter how little she was playing

around, I went into "It's on!" mode and the I must win attitude in me just

took over.



So I start off, was picked up by the super hawk rays where they take your

ship away and then when you shoot the hawk in motion, you get a double

guy.. double the fire power and virtually guaranteed perfect score during

the 'challenging stages'..  So I'm moving along kicking ass, then she goes,

"You're about to die."



not but two seconds later..... I die and it's her turn...



At this point, I still hadn't seen everything that had previously played

out.. the fact she just happen to be playing Galaga, the you go ahead

and  go first, the way I saw her aimlessly die as I approached her

playing, the "aww damn" sorrow she expressed like she just couldn't do

it well....



Ladies and Gentlemen, I was set the fuck up.



She KICKED MY ASS at Galaga.  I mean she REALLY kicked my ass.  I

played  the first one off like I let her win to be nice, but I wouldn't be

so nice this time.   At this point the competitive nature inside of me

was brewing and there was no way i was going to let her win this time... 

So I get all serious and am really trying hard this time.



I'm hanging in there for a while, then she starts taking the lead again,

and then she starts talking shit... "Whatchoo got bitch?".... I was like

"What?" and she was like, "oh nevermind.".... then I started getting

angry and competitive and at this point, i was trying beat her.  then I

lost another man, and as I watched her point total pass me and take

the lead, she kept talking shit!!  "I told you not to fuck with me." 

soooooooo...................  I cheated.



I was so frustrated that I reached over and moved her joystick into the

missles so that she would lose a ship....



she looked at me in utter amazement and I didn't know what to do....

so I just looked at her and said, "what?"



.........and she STILL kicked my ass.  I don't know what it was.  But I

was really upset.  I played it off like it was all fun in games but she

was all like, "IN YOUR FACE BEEEYYYAAATTTTCCCCHHHHH!!!!!" and

then to put the icing on the cake she said, "I'm sorry.  I'll let you win

next time."



................... I just wanted to go home and go to bed.  I'm going

to start going to the arcade and hanging out with the 9 year olds to get

my practice on.



~C

homelessness isn't that bad

So being homeless isn't that bad thus far. There is not a whole bunch to worry about, except a new routine, which train am i getting on, etc..

It's the little things that a daily routine provide you with that get taken for granted. For example, I know when I get on the train to walk to the 2/3 point on the platform because that will let me off right in front of the exit that I go out of. Coming from a different direction on a different train just throws all that off.

I used to know that if I missed the 7:37 bus, another would come around 7:44, but if you miss that MF, then you usally have to wait until 8:08 when three buses in a row come. I swear these three drivers hang out at the station until the last possible moment, then they all leave together with no regard for the schedule.

I'm now out of the driver's range for my dope ass sushi delivery spot and my Italian spot that knows I get a Chicken calzone every time I call, so all that just throws you off a little bit.

With my stuff in storage, my project at work ending, and nothing really tying me down to Chicago, I've decided to plan my return to the East coast. I have some leads on some things, but nothing definite yet... The timing is just right. I know it. I feel the worst for my real estate agent. Her and her titties have been busting their ass to try to find me a place before I had to leave my apartment. So if anyone is looking for a home in the Chicago area, holla at ya boy because I know someone who is really good and will keep your best interests at heart.

On another note, I FINALLY went to a wedding this year that had alcohol!!!

It was by far, one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever been to in my life. Not to mention I was down for the count by 10pm. I think it was the sincere genuine nature of all the people involved. It could've also been all the tears. I think 2 out of 3 people who spoke at the reception and rehearsal dinner cried. But it's all good, it just goes to show how much two families care about the people involved and wish the best for them.

But I swear to God, if I hear the Cha-Cha slide at another fucking wedding I'm going to take the CD out of the CD player and smash it in half. I can't stand that shit. I mean, I REALLY can't stand that shit in the same way that I can't stand the way the hood embraces R. Kelley and Lil John. No I think I can't stand the Cha-Cha slide more than that. It's like cheating if you're a DJ to put that song on. And it is some corny Chicago shit!! As a general rule common black folks in Chicago are corny. I know it's hard for some people to accept, but they are. They're taste in fashion, music, language and vehicle accessorizing is mad niggerish. The Cha-Cha slide is the pinnacle of all this. It represents it all.

~C

CD of the moment - .... my CD's are all packed away in storage and it's killing me...