B. Marquis Word, September 27, 2010

Welcome to my life. It's nice to have you all here.

This is turning out to be a good day. All the rest of the moolah is gone due to my car note with more money comming and going, but that's life for you. I don't know how I wound up in the King Fancy Entertainment building, but hell, I'm not mad at the fates. Right now, it's boring. I'm not doing anything while Young Hus is doing his thing. I'm just here for the keyboarding and when he needs a more creative mind. Creative meaning crazy, experimental, or from a genre other than the norm of the city, which I don't like, but I'll listen to from time to time. It's been a while since I last came back to the homestead. The house is boring. All I do is sleep and get mad at my brother, who can't seem to want to have a serious conversation.

I look around and see the yellow walls that make the studio. It reminds me of something, but I cannot recall for the life for me. I'm away from the actual recording area, where there lies a plethora of posters showcasing Big Fancy, the HNIC. Other than that, it has a mac, a keyboard, audio interfaces, and mics, perfect for the goal of the hour.

Apperantly there was a concert last night. People were killed. I shake my head, but I knew it's just the way we work. The more people in the club, the more violent it could get. There's always a fight or 2, and sometimes death. I wish the family well, and I give them my condolences. I need to stop listening to them, however. I'm not really the nosey type. I guess it's human nature. Everybody needs to listen in on the violence, though they want to or not, though they agree with the product or not.

"Hon". I know it's a word of friendship, that's why I hate it. I was lucky to reunite with a friend. I just hate it when emotions start to flare up. Sometimes, I wonder if what I'm doing is borderline flirting. It doesn't matter. Besides, love is an everything thing. It's better to love and lost than to never love at all. I'm just glad we're friends. If I maintained a friendship with her, then I must be doing something right. Hell, the fact that I have half the people I had crushes on makes me feel like I'm at least tolerated. That's a good thing.

I have nothing more to say. Curtis Mayfield hits my ears as I ride the Impala home. Pray for me as the blue sky hits my eyes as much as it hits your own.