Side B

Side B

It's funny how you don't see me until you do..

Makes me feel like Side B of a record..

My bad, some of yall don't remember records, albums or cassette tapes...

But I do.

No one played Side B because all the jawns were on Side A.. 

You would play the hell out of Side A

Everybody slept on Side B

Until you accidentally, unintentionally put the record, album or cassette tape on Side B

And then you sit back and listen to the words, to the melodies, and feel the vibe...

And you realize..

You fucked up..

Side B is the dopest side 

Side B had that one dope ass song that you played over and over until the record skipped..

You told your friends about the song...

Made them listen and they agreed it was dope

And even tho you loved the song..

You continued to sleep on Side B

Still playing the hell outta Side A

Until the record skipped and the tape popped 

Still wondering, searching for something that was in your face the whole time...

That you had your hand on, your ear to and heart leaning towards

Until you accidentally, unintentionally put on that record, album or cassette tape on Side B 

Then you sit back listen to the words, the melodies, and feeling the vibes..

You then realize that..

You fucked up...

Because I'm the dopest.... 

...Like Side B..

-aDr 

10/26/18

Peace to the Gods...

So a friend of mine passed a couple weeks ago and few of his friends are having a memorial for him tomorrow. These are times that I wish I was back in Jersey.

We lost touch when I moved to Georgia and reconnected maybe five years ago.. He shared a story about us that I forgot about and it completely changed my outlook. After that conversation, I began to move differently... the me now vs the me then started to clash. He woke me up. Gave me a verbal shake that opened my eyes to the rose colored glasses I was wearing. I thanked him for that..

I cherished our conversations. We're spoke twice a month.. He made me homesick..longing for the days of K-High when he would come up to the school and give me a hug or a nod (if he couldn't break away from the many that surrounded him).


He was the coolest dude I knew.. Had swag before swag was a thing.. His walk, his talk, his demeanor was mesmerizing and he always sucked me in as he did others.. I have no regrets about our friendship.. We talked about everything... He knew me since I was 14 and every time we spoke he made sure he mentioned the 14 y.o me and I appreciated him for recognizing her...


I haven't seen him in years and and now he's gone forever. I pray my friend is resting peacefully in the comfort and presence of his mom... I pray his girl and his friends has peace...


I love you friend... You will be greatly missed and I'm gonna miss our conversations...

Peace...

Lisha xo