RIP
Man RIP Seems like we sayin dat a lot lately,then I realize its prolly the same core group here under various avatars that been here since about 2000.I was like 19-20 when I first joined now most of us who were young teens adults are middle aged men/women.But no reason we shouldnt be postin ass n tits well into our 80's and 90's god willing.
R.I.P to the fallen brother
I remember dude by his avatar. He was Haitian. But, yeah, mane you can’t take your health for granted. That shit catches up to you.
R. I. P.
Damn. This is my first time seeing this. I remember him participating in the writing contests here on the board. RIP
Man, this board is damn near like a surrogate family. We go back and forth beefing, laughing and joking but I love all y'all motherfuckers. This is the online barbershop no bulshit.
Damian Stone participated in writing contests here on the board. This is his entry in the last one he entered
http://freetexthost.com/jw6onp6g60
3 Days
Three long days have passed and I keep playing the scenario over and over in my mind. It haunts me as I prepare for today, the day of reckoning. Was there anything I could have done differently? In this world, position is everything and I was robbed of my rightful one by Mia. That smug look of satisfaction knowing I was beaten to the punch. Having to double back and reassess how I could go about picking up and delivering my Cargo. The window is always tight, the competition is fierce but I am trained for this. The moment is never too big or it had never been too big prior to three long days ago. As I prepare the supplies I'm going to need in order to ensure that my vengeance is felt I can't help but feel rage inside of me as I play back that faithful day. It was cold and raining and when the weather is as it was that's when my job is needed most. No excuses for not delivering under those conditions, too many people are counting on me. I keep feeling like I let them down. They won't say it, but we all know it, which energizes me and drains me at the same time. As I take the rest of the crew to the rendezvous point I try to look as confident as I possibly can. I know that you don't get a second chance, you're disposed of but because of my prior useful service I was given this one last shot. This shot that I can't let slip by. "3:15" one of the crew says. I nod and acknowledge the time to extract them and take them back to safety. Their lives are valuable, they are the ones out there risking their health in sometimes hellish conditions gathering valuable Intel to share with us. How could I let them down again after all that they are being put through? I can't I must make sure Mia doesn't jeopardize the mission. Mia is all that stands in the way of me and glory.
Mia and I go back further than three days. She has always been gunning for my position as most trusted wheelman in the association. We've never spoken to one another but the acknowledgement of each other's existence has always been there. It was all so horrible, the flashing lights, the commotion, the scattering of important documents, it's never this messy. What did I do wrong? I was en route to the checkpoint, I had enough fuel to make it there and back as well as take an alternative route in case we had to lose someone. What was different about that day? What started the fall from grace? I had been delegated to decontaminate all previous materials in order to be put into rotation to be used again for future intelligence gathering. Was this it? Had I miscalculated the time needed to handle this responsibility and still make it there in time? I think back and everything went smoothly, there were no mishaps during decontamination. I applied the solutions and started the tedious procedures early purposely because I did not want to disappoint the people who had so much trust in me. I could handle this, I was trained for it. The weight was not too much for me it was welcomed and I know my purpose was most important given the new responsibility. Did I linger too long studying instructional briefs preparing for the time when it might be my turn to gather intelligence? These tapes have been instrumental in my training. They briefed me on routes, weather, and the happenings near the rendezvous point. They only come on at certain carefully timed intervals and the interval that I catch is midday when the updates are most relevant to my needs. I took notes of the reports and studied them and adjusted my course of action appropriately. No, this wasn't it at all, it couldn't have been the cause, if anything it would have made sure that I arrived at the predetermined time. Was I losing a step? There were no obvious factors that contributed to the debacle. My actions had been sound but unfortunately the outcome was failure. Failure is not an option. So cliché but so true. The shelf life in this business is short and bittersweet. One minute you are depended on and counted on, the next you are only required in case of emergency. You're put on the shelf with the rest of the former wheelman, looking for ways to pass the time reminiscing about the good old days when you were at your prime. Thinking about you at your most dominant wishing that you could feel the rush that it gave you all over again.
That time has passed though and you can never get it back. What had I done? Those lights they keep haunting me. The rain coming down destructively, beating the pavement making the path less visible and thus harder to navigate. The briefs told me it was going to be like this and I adjusted accordingly. Maneuvering in and out of harm's way, I was in the zone, I was at my zenith as a wheelman but the results wouldn't indicate that. Damn you Mia, I close my eyes and all I see are the flashing lights of chaos and pain. You never want to be in a position to see those lights, the road should be in front of you at all times. If you are cornered you're as good as dead. I can't help but chuckle to myself, I got caught, it had never happened to me but it did those three long days ago. The spot I put in my time for and earned was taken and I need to seriously question myself on whether I can ever get it back. Snap out of it, of course you can get it back. You're proud, prepared and capable. Get back into the game I tell myself as I make my final adjustments before I begin to set out and claim what is rightfully mine. Get your head back into the game, Mia has no power over you. Mia is new, Mia is nothing! "Wow" I say out loud to an empty room. I need to get a grip on things. My notes scattered I begin to pick them up and review, I seriously need a drink but drinking is forbidden on days of important work. I fight the urge and get a glass of water instead. Pressure mounting by the minute I wish that I could place an island in that water and escape to it. Wouldn't it be easier to just rely on other transport to get the crew out safely? It would but that's not their job to pick up my slack. It's not their job it's mine and if I'm not willing to fight for it then how can I call myself a wheelman? How can I face the crew when they return knowing that I gave up on them when they needed me the most? 2:40 OK time to go.
Poetic, as I leave base the clouds cover the entire horizon undoubtedly revealing the plan mother nature had for me today. I'm ok, failure is not an option I keep telling myself believing it more each time I repeat it. I do one last check before I leave the safety of familiar surroundings. I have everything I need but faith, which is the most important aspect of this job. The crew has faith in me, the higher ups have faith in me, I need to have faith in myself. Shaking with the wheel in my hands, this isn't good, no longer figurative, I need to literally get a grip. Exhale, you've been forced to live with this torment inside of your head for three days but today is the day it pays off. Today your calculated nature gets you to where you need to be. I am my best cheerleader and worst enemy. I need to cheer myself on in order to complete this but it's so hard. All I keep seeing as I make it closer is flashing lights. The radio is a distraction for me, I turn it up and meditate as I drive. I could not chance it this time. I brought my own riding music. This to calm me, so that I can make the moves necessary to best Mia and show her that she could never fill my spot consecutively. Mia you can never be me, you can never be more valuable than me! My rival and proven worthy adversary I respect you Mia, I know that you have been hungry to claim what is mine and I respect it because I was once you. New and full of ambition, climbing my way up the order of things until I reached the top. Difference is Mia I'm not going to bow out gracefully, this will be ugly. Either I will get my spot back or I have come prepared to make sure there is absolute chaos today. "Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich. Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist" says Kendrick as I make the final left turn before judgment time. What does this all mean? Why do we do this? Why do we subject ourselves to this type of stress? Love? Love is important but more than love its sport. The misconception is the wheelman can't be the Intel gatherer because we lack the ambition to do so. It's closer to those who gather Intel don't have the patience or wisdom to be wheelman, to be precise, to always be on, to be in charge of an entire crew instead of just yourself. I don't need your thank you, the fulfillment of doing my job is enough. Inside I give myself more than anyone outside can. My happiness, success and failures are all mine and mine alone. Today I will be successful, today I will prevail and get my revenge at the same time.
Checkpoint on the horizon, I gauge everything around me, I have been here many times before so what's so different about now? Logistically there isn't anything different, however it really is different today. I know it, Mia knows it. Today determines the rest of my career, one that I am not ready to let go of so soon. I size up the window on my approach, it is hectic, there is commotion. 3:14, damn one minute to spare and I am one minute away from my projected place when suddenly she appears out of nowhere. Mia, no no no no no! It can't be has she beaten me to the punch again? Not again! I've worked so hard, I've beaten myself up I've prepared and I still get beat? Get a grip! I tell myself, you can do this, concentrate and make it happen. There are only 3 feet separating us. We are alongside each other and I feel Mia peering over at me. I refuse to peek but I know she is looking smug, judging me, confident like me in her own abilities. We move closer to the checkpoint and she makes her move, a signal. Surely she doesn't feel that I have to respect the oldest trick in the book? A signal? She is trying to humiliate me, she knows I can beat her but she wants me to submit. Mia, you evil motherfucker you. Winning wasn't enough you need to mark your territory, well today is not going to be your lucky day. Today is the day that you go back to your base in shame and with less respect from your crew than you no doubt had been basking in for the past three long days. Neither of us give an inch of space as we jockey for position to reach the goal first. Though rain is all around us it seems as if that spot is untouched and protected by the blinding sun peeking through the clouds. Horns sound, and people are going about their business unaware of the gladiator match taking place right in front of them. The other wheelmen who have accepted their place wait for us to determine who will be the best amongst us. I speed up, she speeds up, I tap the gas just a little more as she taps it more than I do. This is it, either she is going to get it or I am going to get it. Mia makes her move, a hard right almost right into the front of my car. Mia is counting on me to care about self preservation more than I care about the task at hand. You have guessed wrong Mia, oh how wrong you are! I speed up, the tires screech and it's as if time itself slowed down so that we both could relive this moment over and over. Wheel turned she insists on getting there. Mia is powerful I respect you, but respect is not enough to relinquish what's mine. Water splashes on chaotic pedestrians as I go for glory and then it happens, another wheelman caught in the crossfire, the same one that cost me my respect three long days ago. The Gods have smiled upon me. It's Shelby, she can't get out of the way but for once I don't want her too. Startled by the screech she slows down and forces Mia to stop abruptly. Yes! This is it! An overwhelming sense of pride and passion enter into my soul as I move the final feet to make my win official. Horns sound, its Kia she is taking her frustration out on Shelby, poor Shelby. I pull up and park and as I do I send out the signal that this is my spot and that I have arrived. One button as proof that it is me and has been me all along. Three days ago was a blip, an accident, something that will never happen again! I press the button and close my eyes, gone are those flashing lights. I see clear path, nothing but road and opportunity. Never to be trapped again I transfer that energy out of me, where it goes I do not care. Vengeance, success, pride, glory are all mine today. Mia is just a distant memory Kia reigns supreme. "Hi mom what did you do today?" The crew asks as they enter the vehicle equipped with Intel and new materials that would need decontaminating. "Nothing much" I said. "A little this, a little of that" I say smiling and preparing to make the trip back to base. "Cool" another member of the crew says. Three long days ago I wouldn't have agreed with you, but the look on your faces as you stood at the spot and I was there has calmed me. "Indeed" I said as we drove off into the distance, Mia undoubtedly seeing my flashing lights.
Me Too! My Haitian Brother! I know we have a lot of us on the board and he always repped with his Avatar.
I had a terrible year with my own health and diet but damn this is eye awakening.
RIP
Damn man...
...just now getting stickied?
Rest in Peace, brother.
...just now getting stickied?
Rest in Peace, brother.
Damn we dropped the ball with sticking this, R.I.P. brother Damian
RIP, and condolences to his family.
RIP
Rest In Peace, family
RIP
RIP Man!
Rest in Peace, Brother
RIP
RIP.......
Just went to the funeral of one of the guys on my IT team today. One of the 2 black guys i have on my team. Dude celebrated his birthday last Monday, called in sick on Wednesday, and had a heart attack on Thursday. Only 42 years old. Take care of yourselves.
Just went to the funeral of one of the guys on my IT team today. One of the 2 black guys i have on my team. Dude celebrated his birthday last Monday, called in sick on Wednesday, and had a heart attack on Thursday. Only 42 years old. Take care of yourselves.
Oh no! RIP.
These are coming more and more frequently. Scary.
These are coming more and more frequently. Scary.
And way too young too.
Yes!
I only gat a few left.Didn't see this
How did this drop
RIP
