My life, your entertainment
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Mooney
Moon for Short
I think my whole life would be a decent flick to watch...if I had to pinpoint a particular time..I'd say it would be all the moments my bro and I grew up and the success story of Two Inner City kids striving to do right and not follow the narrow paths many of our friends followed
Lea
Active Member
What would you call it?
Prolly the events from 2006-2008
beginning of 2006 i was working for TSA and was for all intents and purposes a fairly law abiding citizen. I had a roomate/cousin who sold weed, and i worked as a bouncer at clubs. but everything was kinda chill then. I had some friends from work who dj'd and rapped, and we kinda had a little label n shit. niggaz would record songs, throw parties. all was good.
then that spring, one of my best friends from around the way came home from jail, and everything went to shit.
well before he came home, i was tired of working for TSA, and decided to quit my secure government job to do door to door sales. I had 25k saved up in my TSP account, and my finances were horrible, so i wanted my money. proly the dumbest thing i've ever did, but that's what i wanted to do. so i did it.
after it was raxed, it was something like 13k. I bought a new car. got a new apt, new clothes, and started smoking hella weed.
by the time by boy came home, i was able to throw that nigga party, gave him a few ounces of weed to get started, and niga was just living.
I was hitting atlantic city every weekend, playing poker, and actually making good money. like 300-500 a trip.
my homeboy hooked up with my tsa friends, and started rapping with them. then we brought some other niggaz from around my neighborhood into the crew, and niggaz just started nigga'n everythign up.....
i was being more exposed to alotta street shit from my homeboys around the way, and i never flinched. here i was 24-25 and mostly stayed outta trouble my whole life, and now i was doing shit daily that coulda got me 30+ years. i mean riding around with felons, certified gang members, and a big ass ak's in the car. niggaz got into a shootout wth a pimp downtown on MLK day.....during the fucking parade
niggaz was breaking into cars, stalign readios, rims, sometimes the whole car. robbing niggaz on some stright mask shit, run up in house shit. being a lookout like 90% of the ti. that's why paper soldiers was like my favorite movie. cuz i thought it was funny as shit how niggaz ain't wanna be the lookout... shit i was great at that shit....
the occasional someone run up on us, and i gotta knock them out real quick....shit was just crazy over the top for a minute....i had to calm down. cuz them niggaz gave no fucks about lvigin wild. niggaz would be gettign locked up left and right, and i'm sweating bullets wondering if my name gonna pop up. niggaz always talked abotuth at no snitching cod. but when everybody get out a car and start running, and only one nigga get caught......you be sweating like shit...
after that i just started chilling on a lotta shit....
i still wasn't bout shit for a minute.. but i got the job i got now, and slowly started transitioning away from them niggaz. thn i met my wife, and i had a good excuse to all but check out....
im constantly amazed the shit i've been a part of and never got caught up......
one of the reasons i got in the church. i know damn well i don't deserve a beautiful wife, beautiful children, and a happy ending... but fuck it, if that's what blessed is, i'll take it... and i'll be forever thankful for it... who i gotta thank?... oh God.. done bruh... study the word? done bruh....try to live more righteous? done bruh......
that's why i gotta get back to writing. it's not like i'm telling any persons's particular story, its just i've seen the game from so many different angles, i've seen the community from so many different perspectives, i've seen the impact of certain actions one many different scales, and i see the connection, and how it all fits together is such an interesting way, that sometimes i just find myself daydreaming scenarios and situations, and if i can focus myself enough, i'll sit down and start writing...
but yea, there's a couple of movies in my head...if i had to title my life...... it would be
"Perception over Reality"
regardless of what's real, what you see and believe will always ring more true.
beginning of 2006 i was working for TSA and was for all intents and purposes a fairly law abiding citizen. I had a roomate/cousin who sold weed, and i worked as a bouncer at clubs. but everything was kinda chill then. I had some friends from work who dj'd and rapped, and we kinda had a little label n shit. niggaz would record songs, throw parties. all was good.
then that spring, one of my best friends from around the way came home from jail, and everything went to shit.
well before he came home, i was tired of working for TSA, and decided to quit my secure government job to do door to door sales. I had 25k saved up in my TSP account, and my finances were horrible, so i wanted my money. proly the dumbest thing i've ever did, but that's what i wanted to do. so i did it.
after it was raxed, it was something like 13k. I bought a new car. got a new apt, new clothes, and started smoking hella weed.
by the time by boy came home, i was able to throw that nigga party, gave him a few ounces of weed to get started, and niga was just living.
I was hitting atlantic city every weekend, playing poker, and actually making good money. like 300-500 a trip.
my homeboy hooked up with my tsa friends, and started rapping with them. then we brought some other niggaz from around my neighborhood into the crew, and niggaz just started nigga'n everythign up.....
i was being more exposed to alotta street shit from my homeboys around the way, and i never flinched. here i was 24-25 and mostly stayed outta trouble my whole life, and now i was doing shit daily that coulda got me 30+ years. i mean riding around with felons, certified gang members, and a big ass ak's in the car. niggaz got into a shootout wth a pimp downtown on MLK day.....during the fucking parade
niggaz was breaking into cars, stalign readios, rims, sometimes the whole car. robbing niggaz on some stright mask shit, run up in house shit. being a lookout like 90% of the ti. that's why paper soldiers was like my favorite movie. cuz i thought it was funny as shit how niggaz ain't wanna be the lookout... shit i was great at that shit....
the occasional someone run up on us, and i gotta knock them out real quick....shit was just crazy over the top for a minute....i had to calm down. cuz them niggaz gave no fucks about lvigin wild. niggaz would be gettign locked up left and right, and i'm sweating bullets wondering if my name gonna pop up. niggaz always talked abotuth at no snitching cod. but when everybody get out a car and start running, and only one nigga get caught......you be sweating like shit...
after that i just started chilling on a lotta shit....
i still wasn't bout shit for a minute.. but i got the job i got now, and slowly started transitioning away from them niggaz. thn i met my wife, and i had a good excuse to all but check out....
im constantly amazed the shit i've been a part of and never got caught up......
one of the reasons i got in the church. i know damn well i don't deserve a beautiful wife, beautiful children, and a happy ending... but fuck it, if that's what blessed is, i'll take it... and i'll be forever thankful for it... who i gotta thank?... oh God.. done bruh... study the word? done bruh....try to live more righteous? done bruh......
that's why i gotta get back to writing. it's not like i'm telling any persons's particular story, its just i've seen the game from so many different angles, i've seen the community from so many different perspectives, i've seen the impact of certain actions one many different scales, and i see the connection, and how it all fits together is such an interesting way, that sometimes i just find myself daydreaming scenarios and situations, and if i can focus myself enough, i'll sit down and start writing...
but yea, there's a couple of movies in my head...if i had to title my life...... it would be
"Perception over Reality"
regardless of what's real, what you see and believe will always ring more true.
Mooney
Moon for Short
My grandfather use to refrence us as sam and dave... Sam and Dave: An Ode to an OG
This sound like Soul Plane if they never got on the plane and the movie just took place in the airport
Lets see.....my 3yrs in service was super wild. I'd say from Day 1 at basic it was destined for me to be kicked out. Call it the RubberBand Man Story or Trouble Man Story
First yr in NY was brazy. Maybe call it '2 Train, there and back again'
Thats it
First yr in NY was brazy. Maybe call it '2 Train, there and back again'
Thats it
I would say when I was 17-21. It was pretty wild at times but it’ll be one of them straight to dvd movies.
Lea
Active Member
This movie sounds good af!
Lea
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Tell a story!
Lea
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Lea
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Lou Cypher
The Tokin' White Guy
Probably my highschool years and a few years after it. Or my drugged out years would make for an interesting film. Me and a buddy were actually writing some stuff for awhile there but hes in jail now so that is dead for the time.
I think one of my stories would make a great movie but it’s too personal to share.
Oh the time we drove around the country looking for my old best friends crackhead boyfriend. WHAT A DAY!!!!
Oh the time we drove around the country looking for my old best friends crackhead boyfriend. WHAT A DAY!!!!
OhMars
MEH!
Real shit. I lived a fairly boring life. Nothing crazy.
1/2
Dont drank out my drank, foo
I'll spare ya'll, i pretty much ran the short version of it in my interview
aside from it being my own, its actually a good story if it was put together in a way to be consumed
but just trying to explain in a post, it'll just sound like the same ol black coming of age story