Never Get Caught With Your Pants Down

Admittance is the 1st step. i definitely don't belong drinking. I am still looking forward to the day when i will truly learn this lesson for what its worth. The sad part of this is that i was doing so good going over a year sober but certain aspects and pitfalls in my life have lead me directly to the bottle and it seems like their is no turning back. it seems like my only absolute for this is moderation and consideration which i am proud of because i have been doing well with it so far but like everything else in my life as in the words of Nick "Daddy" Friday: "when it's up it's up, and when it's down it's down, and when it's only half way up it's only half way down". which brings me to the details of last night which as you guessed it, started out with a bottle. A whole bottle, as a matter of fact, two whole bottles, one for me and one for slim dogg. now im not going to go into the details of how what and where with these bottles in the smarts of not incriminating myself or others but just know that we got to the club toast, well i at least got to the club toast, smh.that aside it was a regular club night with one and half more drinks in me over the coast of the evening but the gyal dem was hot and the music was deccent and yuh boi was going in. I mean a new club usually means new gyals and your boy was definatly sussin the vibes and the vibes was good. so good to the point that i broke my chain (well my Franchise Plate anyway) which was long over due. i mean i have a wifey now i need to retire that damn thing because "The Big Dutty Stinkin Gucci" is nothing but trouble. and also in the process i broke a zipper or my zipper just kept coming open but in any case, on to the jist of the juice. so at the end of the night after trying many attempts to leave the club me and a couple other people who shall remain nameless ended up lingering outside and slim dogg decided that it would be wise to accept a ride to the train from one of them. Now me, i know this was a bad idea from the get go because of previous outings i had with this individual. but in good ole buddy fashion: "wha eva slim dogg down wit I down wid it too" now while trying to seek out the seating arrangements of how all of us was going to fit in this car i was planning to jump in the back seat and then slim tell me to go to the front seat and on my way to the front seat i had to pass the driver side front seat in which the driver (female) was about to board. but I'm going to stop the story right there for a Young & Caribbean special announcement and story climax topic point. now in our culture we have people whom are known simply as pussy watch men. now a pussy watch man can be a very danger person for the mere fact that they tend to be always jealous coopful and and quick to jump to conclusions. if i said it once i said a million times. "No... Han... Cuffin... in the club, No... Han... Cuffin... in the club" "if yuh gurl gettin jam up...... Jam ah Next Thing..... Jam ah Next Thing..... If yuh gurl gettin grind up..... grind ah next thing.... grind ah next thing." because at the end of the day their is no wifey in the club deal with what ever the hell goes down that evening in the privacy of your own homes and to top it all off we should all know the rules by now "If She Don't Care, We Don't Care" doing any thing else about the matter especially on the scene where the is more than likely to be witnesses, security officials and probably even cops will only lead to you causing a scene and causing a scene can and will get you deported mark my words. Anyways I'm back to my story. so now I'm at the drivers side by the female driver about to make my way to the passenger seat and in the name of silly fun because i know the girl we been clubbing along time and she knows me. but anyways in the name of silly fun she was standing at the step of her vehicle facing me and i was standing facing the door. and my zipper was down so taking it back to the days of the south Florida wild boys i was like either take it out or zip it up or hold it or something like that. nothing serious just some thing for us to all joke about and probably to add content to this blog or my future book or what ever and nobody else would think anything, just be like oh franchise u crazy, because I'm crazy old franchise I'm known for doing crazy bullshit like that. any ways. two twos lata i see the gurl buss out "look she man back there" meen really think nuttin of it cause to tell you the truth i thought she was playing too cause meen even kno she had a man. But god damn it just like in Jurassic Park my eye glimpse the rear view mirror and the sign (objects in rear view mirror may be closer than they appear) and i see the man coming at me with a vicious speed. so i duck behind the open door now i on the sidewalk in front of the car and i see the man with the ability of A.J. Styles (now this is a big outta shape man who suddenly moving with the speed and flexibility of a X-Division Pro Wrestler)at at me with a flying forearm. i meen the shot miss me clean but it manage to knock my original pair of Franchise Frames off of my head (which i also take as a sign i need to retire cause i loose them)or they fell off with the speed i use to duck but in any case. after he miss the shot and he see i was intimidated he back up and start running towards he car. now without even thinking, the only thing my mind register was "Tool" so with a hop, skip, jump and a flash i was like "SLIM DOGG..... GETS TO RUNNIN" and i was out of there with out even looking back and into the some unknown projects (which could have been equally as dangerous but i was taking my chances.) But after its all said and down i wish i did look back because after everything was said and done. it turns out pana did have a "tool" alright, a lil shovel what construction people does use to mix mortar. But in the end I'm kind of glad that i ran because it shows that I'm growing up. because to stand and fight it out shovel vs. cane or shovel vs. big dutty stinkin gucci (which can be wielded as a weapon if i so desire)would of only caused a scene and as we all know as a mentioned above, a scene can and will get you deported and even if that wasnt the case thier of still been wounds that would have to heal or doctor bills to pay for and in the end. im too old and poor for that. i got better shit to do with my time and money like spending it with the new wifey. which reminds me. i should have never gotten in to this shit in the 1st place i aint single no more and even thou she knows about my wild side and what goes on with my charecter in these clubs, i personally feel i have to put a better effort forward to put her feelings and image into consideration.

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My New Girl Friend

This post is to answer Keva's Question. As everyone may or may not know They call me Mr. 511 for the mere fact that i have 511 (at the time, today that number has increased) female contacts in my phone, which as DJ 62 would say: makes me a certified Gyalis. but i just simply say I'm cool with a lot of females because I'm not a herb like most guys they know. so they tend to do things from time to time like take exotic pictures with me in it. now my real GF doesn't care what goes on on FB so i can post profile pics like what you see above. so to answer your question keva. Muffin nor anyone else you see in these pics are my girlfriend. Quote The Franchise Never More

Grown People Bidniss

wow i dont know even where to start this one. but this has to do with us as caribbean people involving we self in what i know describe as grown people business or as what granny use to say "trying to force ripe we self" as alot of you may know due to liver problem i have givien up on the boze and have been sober for over a year. but its to no common knowledge and by my own admission i am an alcholic and in the wise words of Slim Dogg Millionaire to people with my condition "its not how long you put the bottle down, its the damage you when you pick it back up". now i have been drinking since i was like 12 years old so i had manage to develop a heavy tolerance as well as many tricks along the way. drinking ppl under the table, downing a cold 12oz heinken in under 10 seconds, drinking champ 40oz division, blowing fire with 151 proof rum and so on and so on. but one trick i manage to learn in particular was that. in times of extreme drought (which used to happen often in my circle) or just low funds, I mastered a technique where i could get completly landblasted off of 1 beer. now even thou this trick came in handy in several cases my being sober for so long seems to have triggered it in a not so proper time. back to grown man bidness. now i know my limits because of my liver problem so when it comes to drinking i humble myself like a gril (champane, hypnotiq, nuvo and drinks of that sort. no more hennesy, clarks coat wray & nephew and that type of thing. and lord heavens no georgi, megatrons, contraptions, rass wholes or fuck ups. but since its my bithday weekend me and slim decided to splurge. dinner and red lobster where i ordered a whole bottle of whine. that is what start the downward spiral. now when i get tipsy its no secret that i does spend like a skunt. im suppose to be saving my my money for bills (lawd phone bill is like $538.87 this month) and diffrent parties i have to invest in ( my birthday bash and others) but after the lobster me and slim end up to natty dread party. now this jam was free to get into so i say leh we support the bar. and damn this is when i force ripe myself and went to trouble grown man business smh. slim went and order a baileys and check me looking at the bar and not wanting to be standing in the middle of the dance floor around my peers with a pink cup in my hand. i went and i ordered Johnny Walker. now anybody who knows boze knows thats an old man down by the corner store playing dominoes drink rite dey. and lord have mercy from the 1st sip my eyes open up. all i could was jezzus christmas. dat one drink lead to 6 more guiness and trust the after feeling wasnt nice. this was the friday. mind you all we inteded to do that night was go to serani album release party which as a dj i had an invite for. now saturday nite was suppose to be a quite nite to as well but as fate would have it it was my home girl mango's birthday party and i said i would come tru and dj for her. i stayed at work and made a party mix for her and told silm my plans. he at 1st wanted nothing to do with it and stay home. but i told him free food and drinks plus hot chicks and that kind of twist he arm. but lord was we in for a rude awaking. now mango as it turns out at one point in time had the title of my Jr. wifey cause she was young and i at my age couldnt take things to seriously. now i know a few of her frens who she clubs with and these are the ones i told slim about. but i had no idea of the rest of her frens lawd save my soul dem was younggggggggggggggggggg i had feel like such a phile in that dat basement. so what does grown men do when faced with overwheling odds not in our favor? we drink till we convince we self the odds is in we favor. worst mistake ever. long story short. i endup hitting on thing closest to my age in there which was mango's mom, almost had to take off my belt to clam a situation with what appears to be mango's young "real" boyfren. had sum weired girl put a braid in my beard and ended up sucking on a girls toes in the stair well smh. all of this i had to be reminded of cause lawd knowns meen remember a god damn thing. and if this wasnt the end of it. apprently i ended up in cholos for the antiguan day celebration ?????????? so as fate likes to repeat its self, slim dogg had to carry me to his house cause apprently i passed out and lost all our stuff including a pair of my franchise frames and you guessed it. spend ah shit load or more moneyyyyyyyy. now take my advice when i say this. that alchohol is one hell of a drug and that notthing good can ever come out of it other than a hell of a time that u would more than likly not remember. at the end of the day folks its not worth if you have to be reminded about your actions via twitter and face book.

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woe is me im not the one to blame

Hmmmm she has a facebook page? I'm really out of the loop. Now me on the other hand. I ain't super popular but I'm popular enuff. I know she could of found me if she wanted to. Key words "wanted to" to tell you the truth I didn't even know her last name until the other day. But to be honest I shouldn't need a social network like facebook to see her child. Oh wait "I don't pick up my phone" well she could of text me. Had many phones even 3 @ a time at one point but at least one of dem numbers has always been my number for the past 5 years. She could have text me. Let the records show, that I called her twice in past couple of months. And even thou they were at random and for no reason at all, they were not answered and they were not returned. And now back to our regularly scheduled programing