Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 1 of Who Knows)

I realized a lot while on my paid New Year’s vacation. Number one, that I have restricted by talents. My comfort zone is ummm… black people. #allbad. I host step shows, talent shows, and comedy shows. And most of those are on college campuses.  For this particular gig, I wasn’t sure of the demographics of the crowd. It was introduced to me like this…

“Is this Jay Dukes”?

“Yes…”

“This is Mr. Thompson. Bruh, I would really like you to start expanding beyond South Carolina and also focus on broadening your audience”.

“Aight. What’s up”?

“I’m working with The Capital One Bowl and for The Pre-Parade Grand Stand, I am responsible for providing urban entertainment for this event”.

“Really? What you need from me”?

“I want you to come down with my company. You will be the emcee for an up and coming pop artist, Jenna Rose. She is a Youtube Sensation with over 20 million hits. You will keep the crowd engaged and introduce her”.

“Hmm…” *Confused face* “Listen, No Fluff. Give it to me straight bruh. No chaser”!

*Chuckle* “Bruh, this is an opportunity for you to gain exposure on national television. In front of SEVERAL hundreds sponsors! And more importantly, an opportunity to network and do more events outside of your market”.

“Sounds good bruh”.

“And I’m taking care of your travel, rooms and I’m paying you $***.00 to do the event”. *silence* “Hello…? Hello…? Are you there”?

“Yes sir. My apologies. I was already packing”!

Bringing in The New Year in Orlando?! WAY better move than South Carolina. And I negotiated to bring my brother, Josh and security/cuzzo Nebo. The 29^th of December to January 3^rd without going in my pockets? AND… I get to rock the mic? Let’s Gooo!!!!

However, something I didn’t like was plans kept changing. Details were up in the air too much. I felt that I set my expectations too high. But it was kind of my fault. He was telling me stories of previous trips he went on with other artists. But, he wasn’t necessarily telling me what the move was for this particular trip. For example, “When we travel, we take two company Yukons and I need to bring in another driver. We can also can take a helicopter to the resort, depending on traffic, if we want.

Wow… This is going to be cool!

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 2 of Who Knows)

“What time are we leaving Mr. Thompson?  I actually have to work till six, then we are coming down”.

“That’s cool. We will leave from Atlanta at 8:30pm”.

“Aight, we’ll push it. No problem”.

Let me tell yall… Work went by sooooo slow. Happens every time when you have somewhere to be.

5:15...

5:35...

5:36...

5:45...

It was terrible people.

Finally!!!! 6 o’clock. Cuzzo @SoloDoloNebo was already in Greenville ready to go. I threw my bags in the car, dapped up my brother @TaylorMadeMills and we were ready to ride. I called Mr. Thompson and told him we stopped to eat. He replied, “Take you time, because like I said, we’re not leaving until 10 o’clock”. I thought, “Huh? You said 8:30pm”. But… I just said, “Ok”. And then he asked, “Do you all have a lot of bags”? *confused again* “If we are taking two company Yukons, that shouldn’t matter. That’s plenty of room. But I said, “No Sir”.

“Ok. Let me know when you all get closer”.

An hour down the road we stopped to get gas. I called Mr. Thompson, “The GPS says we got about another hour and thirty”. He replied, “Take your time. Like I said, “We’re not leaving till 12:15am”. WHOA! WHAT?! Ummm… “Ok”.

We got to Atlanta at 9 o’clock. But now… We weren’t leaving until 1:00AM! C’mon dude. WTF is going on? And to top things off, this was the last convo…

“Mr. Thompson, we are here”.

“Well, like I said, we’re not leaving till 1:00AM. And two people who were going on the trip won’t get to make it. So instead of taking two of our company Yukons we just decided to rent a van”.

“Oh… Ok”.

Man… This better not be a caravan or a Town and Country. A blacked out twelve passenger van is fine. I will have a whole seat to myself. We went to get something to eat to kill time. Came back and guess what type of van is waiting on us. A motha f-in’ TOWN and COUNTRY!!!! Really? Really sir? I don’t know how to feel. We went from a helicopter to two company Yukons with chauffeurs, to a Town and Country with him driving! Smh…

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 3 of Who Knows)

All packed up… Let’s ride. My cuzzo @SoloDoloNebo snores sooooo loud. Sounds like somebody cutting the grass or chopping down trees. But I guess I slept hard AF because I was knocked OUT! But him and @TaylorMadeMills had the nerve to get upset with me! “C’mon man! We have to take turns or something. We don’t know this dude. We all can’t go to sleep. We could end up on the side of the highway fighting for our manhood”! My response, “Shhh… SHUT UP! That’s why I brought ya big azz along! GOODNIGHT”! ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz… 

Boyyy… He was MAD! Lol… If looks could kill. *Jezzy laugh* Yall would have thought that I took some food off of his plate while he was saying his Grace! But I thought it was funny! *shrugs*

Mr. Thompson stopped three times to rest. Not just any type of stretching your legs type rest. But kicking the seat back sleep type rest. My legs are locking up and I’m just ready to get out the car. Tell me why it took us TEN hours to get to Orlando from ATLANTA!

Whoa Dere!

We finally got to the property office where we were staying at. Still in the car. An hour passed and guess where we’re at now?! STILL in the CAR! What’s going on???? “How you gon’ hate from outside of the house? We can’t even get in!!!!” *Chris Brown Voice* Finally, Mr. Thompson comes out of the office. And I really wish I could tell yall that he came out with a smile on his face and keys in his hand. But… NO!!!! It was 2:00pm and now the house won’t be ready untill 4:00pm. Awwww man…

What do we do now? NOTHING AT ALL! Sit in the f-in’ car and complain! Really started to piss me off! I have to get better with this patience thing! At this point I’m trying my best not to spaz! Good thing is… I still have my phone. So, I can tweet to pass time! WTF? It’s dead?! B*&^%! This m f-er @TaylorMadeMills took my phone off the charger and FORGOT to put it back on!

For the people who know me, it takes a lot to get me upset! But not having my phone did it! I tried my best to go back to sleep. Because if not, I would have done or said something that I didn’t mean! I love this dude, but c’mon man, my phone is the ONLY lady in my life right now and you let her die?! She didn’t do ANYTHING to you! I wanted to cry!

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 4 of Who Knows)

3:59PM! We go back to the property office and get the keys to ONE house! He actually rented TWO villas, but one still wasn’t ready! And the one they had ready was for Youtube Sensation Jenna Rose. Whoa! Wait! We STILL don’t have a house yet? EXACTLY! And now it was time to go get Jenna and her fam from the airport. Kill me now…

Jenna Rose, age 13, comes from an upperclass, Jewish family out of Long Island, New York. She was traveling with her parents, stylist, background dancers and Grandma Rose! Grandma Rose was HILARIOUS! No lie, she was about 100 years old and looked every bit of it! She smoked that ooo weee, and she popped bottles. Told me in her prime she would do Vodka straight and chase it with beer! She acted young AF! Probably the coolest grandma EVER! And she would curse you out, no problem! Mr. Thompson introduced us and she told me, “I don’t shake hands”! I moved in for a hug slowly… But I got it! “Oooo…he gave me a hug! I like him”! Aight Grandma, watch out! I like Cougars! (wink) He also introduced Josh, then Nebo!

“Grandma Rose, this is Nebo”!

“Whhaaatttt”?

“This is NEBO”!

“HHHUUUHHH…”?

“Nebo! Like knee *pointing to knee* and bo *pointing to elbow*”

“WTF? KneeElbow? Who names their kid KneeElbow? Was ya matha’ drunk at the hospital? That’s ridiculous”!

We just threw up our hands… smh… She wasn’t going to get it. She called @SoloDoloNebo “KneeElbow” for the rest of the trip. #toofunny!

Finally we could check into our villa. But now we on #TeamNoSleep because in thirty minutes we had to get dressed and ready for rehearsal! #WACK! But what worried me was WTF am I rehearsing for? Just tell me what to say! But this was NOT a joke! We really had rehearsal. He rented a dance studio and everything! I know one thing, I am a HOST! Really confused why I am going to rehearsal. If this man starts teaching me dance steps, I’m LEAVING! Taking off! Catching a bus back! Keep the money! #NoLie!

Before I knew it, I was saying, “Boom Cat” and “One and two and three and…” This ish #cray! And being that I AM Black. And the stereotype is that all black people can dance; why not make me make a fool of myself in front of these upperclass white people! Oh? That’s what you’re paying me for? Oh… Ok… Great! Cool! *cues music* “Wobble baby… Wobble baby… Wobble baby… Wobble… Get in dere”! YES! YES!

Cuzzo @SoloDoloNebo’s big ass gets up there with me because we had to teach Jenna’s background dancers the moves. I was doing it so sloppy. Just because this is practice! Cuzzo jiggin and all type of ish. Grandma Rose sat us both down after, “Mr. Dukes, you suck! You come in LAST! KneeElbow you were good! Very good! You were out there moving and I really enjoyed it. But you, Mr. Dukes smh… Awww… Don’t be embarrassed. Don’t be down about it. But the sad part is… *cough, cough* I’m SERIOUS! Goodnight”!

On the way back to the villa, I’m spazin because this is my first gig COMPLETELY out of my market and opposite of the normal demographics I deal with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared. I have NEVER been afraid to get in front of people. But one thing I’m MAJOR on, is being prepared. I might stress a little bit; but that time of preparation and prayer calms me. However, this is the challenge: how do I prepare for a crowd that is completely foreign to me? We didn’t even go to an event, before this one, in the area to at least see what songs they rock with or stuff like that. Every area is different! As a host, I must cater to, and entertain, the crowd. It’s important to research. Very important! Or you could possibly fail! Dun… Dun… Dunnnn…

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 5 of Who Knows)

Saturday, 7:05am

Mr. Thompson, “Alright. Everybody up! We need to leave in an hour”!

Pause: I’m trippin. I forgot to introduce Mattie. She’s a very talented singer/songrwriter. All-American track athlete from North Carolina State University. Real cool people. She was on the trip with us! Play:

Now we are on the way to The Fresh From Florida Parade. One thing I hate about big cities is that it takes SOOO long to get places! We were supposed to be there at 8:45pm for sound check and now we’re running late! Smh…

Mr. Thompson called the lady, “Hey, traffic is backed up, but we are on the way”! When we got there they met Jenna with a golf cart and police escort. Notice I said they met Jenna, not met US! At this point I finally accepted that this trip/gig wasn’t tailored for me. This was for me to support Jenna Rose! Do I hate on this young talent or just *shrug* and get paid? *cues music* “All about The Benjamins baby…” Of course the money! I can definitely put my pride aside. As long as I’m getting PAID!

But there still was a hold-up. When we got there, with the golf cart and Police escort wating; Jenna had to use the bathroom. We weren’t even a mile away from the performance area, and she was coolin. But to throw their weight around, her parents insisted that she had to go NOW!!!! “They can wait! This is about JENNA”! Oh… ok…  I can't knock them for that though. 

And this is the time to be COMPLETELY honest with yall! Yall remember how this gig was pitched to me? NATIONAL TELEVESION! Hundreds of Sponsors! And President Obama flying down just to see me?! WHAT?! Man… Nothing like that AT ALL! Where we performed was The Grand Stand Area. It was mostly parents and people who had money to blow on buying a seat versus standing on the street! Awww man… Guy really had my hopes up! And it probably was a couple sponsors in the area. PROBABLY… But *shrugs* Ma Dukes tells me all the time, “Rock this show like this is the BIGGEST show of your career. You never know who’s watching”. I definitely had to hear her voice to avoid getting into my “celebrity status” mood. Especially looking at about a hundred people. I do shows in front of thousands. BUT… It’s not in my market! It’s on tv! And it’s a different demographic! DO IT! And do your BEST!

First part went cool!  I got the crowd hype and introduced her.  Easy money...

Now, this second one… *side eye* Guys… I wasn’t really feeling this AT ALL! Once Jenna was finished performing, they suggested to rock with the crowd and do the Wobble. And the way it was hyped up like it was my song! That’s what disturbed me! AGAIN, this is NOT my market. And these people are seeing me for the first time! Some people may know this song and some may not. So… it was like, “Go Jay Dukes, Go Jay Dukes, GO”! Man… I felt like Dave Chapelle! 4REAL! Lol… Take a Look…

^^^^ See? Wow…

And now that that’s over, even though my contract says I will get the rest of my money BEFORE the show, it’s ok to pay me now. Hey… Hey… Ummm… Mr. Thompson? Where are you going, sir?

“Josh get my bag! AEY NEBO!!!!”

Was My New Year’s Better Than Yours? (Part 6 of who knows)

Man… I definitely didn’t like the fact that I still haven’t received all of my money. Now, an up front deposit wasn’t the problem. He did what he promised. He even dropped the money in my account. But sir, why are you paying my other half in several different installments? And not regular installments like $200, $200, $150. Like this, “Hey… Bruh, I’m going to give you $28 dollars now and run by the ATM when we leave. Awww man… I passed the ATM. I will give you the rest in the morning”! “Ummm… Yes sir”. And Mr. Thompson even tried to trade with me, “Hey… Bruh, we going to stop by this Burger King. Don’t worry about your meal. I’m going to buy us all some burgers and that $10 will just come out of your fee”. HELL NO! You are using the coupons that they gave us at The Parade! Really sir? Really? I want ALL my money! Are you saying lunch on you? That’s fine, but that ain’t coming out of MY FEE! I got bills! 

Later that night, we went to THE BEACHAM! It’s officially New Year’s Eve people! Ready to wild owt and get drunk and bring in The New Year! *side eye for those who know me. Lol* Downtown Orlando looked like Bourbon Street!

We get to the club and Mr. Thompson tells Security, “Yes, I’m Mr. Thompson. I have Jay Dukes with me”. Walkie talkies started going CRAZY… “Yes, Mr. Thompson is here. Yes sir. Yes sir”. The owner comes out to greet us!

“Mr. Thompson, good to finally get to meet you”!

“Same here. And this is Jay Dukes! We are happy to be here”!

They whisper about something… Then Mr. Thompson turns back to me, “Jay, since you are the personality, where would you like to go? The private VIP or on the stage”?

“Of course, THE STAGE”!

A security guard walks us all the way to the front! “Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me! Pardon me!” That was super cool. If you follow any of my tweets, I told yall we were flexxin on these boys in Orlando.

And we WERE doing just that! NO LIE! We poppin bottles. We had our own waitress who looked like Kim Khardasian’s lil’ cousin and free lap dances! The best night of MY LIFE!!!! I was coolin. Just posted up wanting to be seen and got on the mic a little. But Mattie, Josh and Nebo went INNNNN!!!! So terrible. I have a couple other alcoholic friends that would have had a blast too. (Thinking of her right now… *shrugs*.)

Mattie and Nebo were cool, but yall don’t know my brother Josh! Follow him at @TaylorMadeMills. He’s A CLOWN! Love this guy though. He’s a producer. Makes some of the hottest beats EVER! And has been doing it forever. Very artistic. Yall know all artsy people are weird! I remember when I used to rap, he would make beats at the lunch table with a pen. He #stupidnice. But just looking at him, he thinks he’s a model. BAHAHAHAHA… Anyway, that’s beside the point. I will NEVER, NEVER EVER EVER allow him to drink again. He turns into a different person. I will not go into detail because I don’t want him to get stabbed… *shrugs*

We left the club about 3:30am. Orlando STILL live like it was midnight. Streets were FLOODED! On the way back to the villa SUUUMMMBBBOOODDDYYYY *K. Hart Voice* couldn’t control their liquor. I won’t name ANY names! But it wasn’t pretty. Nebo carrying people in the house and ish. So disappointed in these actions. But hey… it was New Year’s!

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 7 of Who Knows)

Sunday, January 1^st, 2012!!!!

Today was a lazy day! Trying to recoup from last night and a couple meetings. Meeting over! Was very productive. But now… nap time. Because we were going to Bob Marley’s tonight! A Reggae spot and an open mic! I love Open Mics! Let’s do this! Kind of nervous, but eventually I was TOO hype! I hit up my entertainment mentor, Keedar Whittle. “Aey… Keedar. I’m bout to do an open mic tonight. Give me some of your BEST advice please sir”.

“HHHmmm… Make them ninjas laugh”!

“Ummm… Thank you”! Just wasted thirty seconds of a conversation!

We got to the spot and they walked us in VIP style AGAIN! Two thumbs up for Mr. Thompson! But… I wish I had two more thumbs because Jamaican food gets FOUR THUMBS DOWN! BUT… REAL Reggae gets four thumbs UP!

This was the first time I actually appreciated Reggae. It was awesome. They had a live band for thirty minutes, then they played Reggaton for thirty minutes and went back to the band! I thought all the old people in there were funny. But they wanted to feel young again. So, (breathe, stretch, shake, let’s go). I’m in this thang in RARE form. Being wayyy… too flirtatious. Trying to hop on everything like a horny American dawg. Saw one young lady about 5’ 2”, curly hair, beautiful skin, cute face. She told me her name and that she was from Miami. That was enough convo for me. So, I grabbed her. She smiled but told me,

“I can’t dance”.

“Oooooo… yes you can. Just move to the left and the right”.

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t dance”.

“Dang… Ok. Be like that”.

And out of NOWHERE… A dude 6’10” comes and almost pushes me over and snatches her up and she starts throwing it back like Bim Bim Bim!!!! Oooo… that’s why you can’t dance. But at this point, I’m a little offended. Don’t push me homie! You don’t know me like that! I don’t play NO games! FOR REAL! <--- All the previous statements were silent thoughts. They never actually made it to my lips because of fear.

And you can’t blame me. Dude was 6’10”. And since she said she was from Miami, I’m guessing this was Lebron’s cousin. What I look like getting beat up by Lebron’s cousin? He’s 6’10”, I’m 5’4”. Not a fair match! So, I just avoided the whole confrontation. Tried not to make eye contact. I didn’t look up at all. I’m pretty sure he was mean mugging the top of my head. I know it! I could feel it! But… I didn’t feel the need to confirm that. Why? It didn’t make sense. Because all I know is that me and he’s stomach were cool. Eye level for me was his stomach and it didn’t seem to have a problem with me! So F*&^ it!

Check: It was ONE lady in there who looked at 35 in the face. But her body and the way she carried herself made her look about 28. She was BAD!!!! No lie. Long hair, hips, ass, headlights that were on bright. (Usually you can tell an old lady from her headlights. They might be real low or dim. Or one might be out. But NOOOO… Not this lady! She had them sitting right in the window waving to me. Of course, I waved back!)

One dude wanted her sooooo bad! But he made a mistake. He didn’t step to her. Number one, he was drunk. But *shrugs*. He tapped ME, of all people, ME and told me to get her! (Do yall see the mistake here? Now, he has given me the opportunity, and a PERFECT excuse, to make eye contact with this beautiful angel from Heaven.) He was FAILING! Because the crazy thing is that she wouldn’t come to him and this FOOL wouldn’t go to her! She kept entertaining him, but from a far. I whispered in her ear...

“Don’t hurt em girl”!

She responded, “I’m Cubana, Latina, freaky and long over-due. So, just like Shakira, my hips don’t lie. What are they saying to you”?

JESUS! *Beef it up Praise Break*

She threw it on me. Right then and there. Told me to give her my phone. She put her number in and kept dancing. Oh… And she happened to be 38. Nebo came and tapped me, “Mr. Thompson ready to go”. And she, let’s call her Shakira because I forgot her name, told him, “No… No… No… He can’t leave yet”. And she grabbed the back of my neck. I got WAYYY… to excited. My man stood up and I poked her. It shocked her and she said, “(Gasps) What’s that”? Man… it was so embarrassing. But I just told her in my best Beaufort voice, “How you mean…? I’m a man. I hope you didn’t think I was a poster”! (Made absolutely NO sense, but that’s what I said! *shrugs*)

But we really had to leave… BYE BABE! *kiss kiss*

By the time we got back to the villa, somebody was texting me! OOOOO… YEEAAA…

“Poppy, where are you? I need you”!

So, I called… “HELL YEA… I need you too boo! How bad you need me? Send me an address”!

“Need you like NOW! They are shooting over here”.

“*cough, cough* Shooting? Ummm… Don’t worry about sending me that address. You might want to get off of the phone in case you have to duck. But what I suggest is, you call me tomorrow and you can come over here. Where it’s safe. I’m not really feeling going to the war… at all. I’m sorry. Call me when you get home to let me know you are still alive”.

(Was that disrespectful? Because she didn’t call back. I know she didn’t die though because I watched the news.)

Was My New Year's Better Than Yours? (Part 8 of Who Knows)

Monday, January 2^nd, 2012

GAME DAY PEOPLE!!!! Cuzzo @SoloDoloNebo is going HAAM! Me and @TaylorMadeMills are like, “Ok… Whatever… Ok… Whatever…” *K. Hart voice* But, it was COLD! I wanted to punch Josh in the face because he lied to me. My brother goes to Full Sail University in Orlando and he told me, “Dukes, it’s going to be hot down there. You don’t want to bring any sweaters or anything like that because you will look stupid”. But the REAL reason he told me that because he didn’t want me to be flyer than him! #SELFISH! He brought all his Express hoodies and bubble vest and outshined me the WHOLE trip! Good job!

The following is going to sound comical, but NO lie, I’m giving it to yall STRAIGHT- NO chaser!

We get to the game and we don’t even have our parking pass! Understand there are tens of thousands of people there! We are weaving traffic, and dodging people, trying to get close enough to get our parking pass! Took us thirty minutes to drive two miles. So, being me… I started messing with people to pass time! Got A LOT of laughs!  People scalping tickets! One dude was about to fight and everything! #too funny

We actually saw one of my bruhs from USC, Zeta Zeta. He asked us where were our seats. But we haven’t got our tickets yet. We haven’t even parked. But being that we’ve been VIP EVERYTHING for the past couple of days, I was confident and maybe a little bit cocky in my response! “Ssshhhhiiiiittttt… Bruh, he gon’ to get our tickets RIGHT NOW! Where yall sitting at? Section 205?  Awwww… Man… That’s all bad. My man gon’ be back any second. I’m sure we sitting close. We probably sitting so DAMN close we gon’ need Motha F-in’ HELMETS boi. Straight up! VIP EVERYTHING! Right Josh? EVERYTHING! Right Nebo? EVERYTHING
We finally parked and started walking to Will Call to pick up our tickets. But HOLD UP! Red flag! There are two Will Calls. There is a “Regular” Will Call and a “Charity” Will Call. Why in the HELL are we getting our tickets from The Charity Will Call?

But hey… That shouldn’t matter. This line is just shorter. I know we got good seats. And we started walking… I think we got good seats… And Walking… Hold on, do we have good seats? AND WALKING… Our seats were TERRIBLE! We were sitting so DAMN high! We were actually sitting THREE rows from the VERY BACK of the stadium. So high I turned around to ask Jesus could he see! Everytime I saw the Goodyear Blimp, I ducked! I felt like I was in old Western shoot-out because yall know the Blimp comes by every three seconds! TERR-I-BLE!!!! Mr. Thompson kept reiterating that they NEVER sat this high at a game or concert before. “NEVER! This is ridiculous! This is an outrage”! I’m looking like, what are telling me for? I know it’s ridiculous. I know it’s an outrage. I’m sitting right beside you!

Cuzzo was MAD! Soooo funny! Because cuzzo thinks he’s big enough to talk ish and not have any consequences. And he was going OFF! No remorse AT ALL! “Hope I don’t miss any plays from sitting this high! But that’s what happens when you get your tickets from the *ahem* CHAR-I-TY WILL CALL! Fuuucccckkkk”!

And yall think I’m exaggerating? I’m not! We were so high, I nudged cuzzo, “FUMBLE! Fuck…” He took his binoculars off and told me, “That was the coin toss boi”! O_o

But closer to half time, Mr. Thompson just couldn’t take it! He left Heaven and went down to demand better seats! He called me and told us to come down. And these seats were cool. I kind of like sitting with the hood a little better, but hey I’m not complaining about anything free…

Then he leaned over to tell me, “Oh… and I have to get the rest of your money to you”.

“YES… YOU… DO”! Stop playing with my money… Its not just a notebook in that book bag. Why else would I call cuzzo SECURITY?! Jesus, keep us near the cross…

Ain't No Way Around It...

Disclaimer: I really don't have a disclaimer.  This is just a REAL blog!  Welp, here it goes...

It’s vital to your life to surround yourself with POSITIVE, like-minded people. Not yes men, but people who don’t speak negatively about what you are trying to achieve. I can’t STAND negative people! And some people try to sugarcoat that flaw by saying, “I’m not negative, I’m real”. My answer to that? I already ate, you don’t have feed me that BS! (But, I am hungry though. *shrugs*)

The way YOU think and the way YOU see things WILL change your outcome. Life and Death is in The Power of The Tongue. Ain’t no way around it… *Beef it up Praise Break* Pause: Do yall think Jesus would be disappointed in me if I beef it up in church? Not with closed fists, but palms up towards Heaven? Play:

If you want to have a great day today, deciding that you WILL have a great day is all you need to do. Brother Ray Singleton told me, “The most powerful thing in the world is a made up mind”. So instead of dwelling on things that won’t change, take control of your destiny by drowning doubts with positive thoughts!

Have you ever thought about how powerful your thoughts are FOR REAL? Perfect example: Ladies, when you get dressed and you are not quite feeling your outfit, what do you do? Get a second opinion! And your home girl will assure you, “It’s cute gurl… I promise”! So, you go to the club feeling halfway cute. But let somebody tweet, “She looks like a clown”. Do you automatically think they are talking about you”?

You have the final say so. If I tell you my name is Jay and you say, “Na unnn… For real”? “YES”! Then, even though you don’t believe me, that’s the only thing you know. That’s the only choice you have. So, you are forced to call me Jay, if you call me at all!

It works the same with life. If I call myself blessed… By saying “I am blessed” as much as my name, that defines me. No matter how much you try to speak against it, I determine MY destiny. So blessed is what you will eventually have to call me also.

Last statement and I’m done. I applaud and LOVE Ma Dukes because we were never allowed to think negative. NEVER! From when we were little. #NoLie.

“Maaaaa… I hope I do good on this vocab test”!

“What? No worrying! You better pray”!

“Yes ma’am”!

And I would come home with an A!

I’m not even trying to get super spiritual on yall. But just take it for what it is. When you worry, your mind is in so many different places instead of focusing on the task at hand… A bottle of Ciroc straight is way stronger than pouring different cups for everybody else. (Bad reference? *shrugs*)

Think positive! Eliminate “can’t”, “never”, and “if” from your vocabulary. No more “If”. It’s ONLY when! A matter of time! You got it! Now, just do it! #NIKE!

Summary:

1.) The only person stopping you is YOU!
2.) I just talked to Jesus and beefing it up in church is a “go”!
3.) Call YOURSELF blessed, successful, healed, famous… etc. Speak it into your life. It works!
4.) Don’t take my advice
5.) Follow me on Twitter @jaydukes1911

~Jay Dukes qka Mr Million Dollars qka Mr. "Hey... You Look Familiar"

The Doctor and The Donkey

Disclaimer: I haven’t written a blog in a MONTH. So, if I’m a little rusty, call me out! I’m serious! Welp… Here it goes.

Just simply living life you find yourself in certain situations. One thing I talk about often is RELATIONSHIPS. *shrugs* And ladies, the most hurtful part of relationships is the actual break up. Not the “he f-ed up” and now “he wants to make up” part. The actual “We are no longer together. What you don’t understand part”?

After that occurs, there is a period of bitterness for both parties. We each go through the “ok… whatever… Ok… Whatever…” phase. Then after time goes on, BOTH PARTIES, start to think… “Damn. I really miss this motha f-er”!

NOW… If you really spent time with a person. Not just running game. But if you had TIME in… then after a while, you are going to realize that this ish ain’t the same. And moving on is easier said than done. AMEN?

So, one person tries to get back. Let’s call that person The Doctor. Because they are whole-heartedly willing to heal the situation/relationship. And one person is going to be stubborn and reluctant. Let’s call this person… The Donkey! And didn’t your momma always tell you, “When you go in this doctor’s office, tell them EXACTLY what’s wrong with you. Because if you don’t, then they don’t know what to check for or WHAT TO FIX”! You have had diarrhea for the past three days, when you stand up you get dizzy, and you get migraines in the morning. BUT when you go to that doctor’s office and he asks, “So, what’s going on today?” all you say is… “Mannn… My stomach hurt”! So, the doctor can’t do ISH for you because you won’t talk! SO DUMB!

Ok… Continuing… We must learn to look at our own flaws. When in a relationship, but all of a sudden, it’s over… somebody messed up! Even if you tell your homeboys, “I mean… We just kinda called it off. It was a mutual agreement”. BAHAHAHAAHAHA… That is a LIE from satan. Like I said, somebody messed up a good thing. (If you ever had one)

Question: Who is The Doctor? The one who messed up? From responses to my tweets, people said that The Doctor is the one who messed up because they matured, and realized that they won’t do any better so they stopped tripping and tried to heal the situation! *puts hand on chin* I would like to challenge that. I think The Donkey is the person who messed up! WHY…

(Deep breath) (Long sigh) Because people are no longer genuine. Well, not too many people. I can count on one hand how many genuine females I have ran into in my LIFETIME! #nolie. The Donkey messed up and is STILL making things difficult because if you’re not to a point, male or female, that you are COMPLETELY done with bs-in’ around, then it is difficult to re-commit because you’re HUMAN! And there is no worst feeling than to keep messing up and keep getting caught! So, if I put in little to NO effort to fix the situation, my conscious can deal with that. Because who knows… I could mess up again! *shrugs*

By The Doctor taking time to fix ish AGAIN, with a stubborn patient, The Donkey, they have went above and beyond the call of duty. After-hours, house call type ish. But why so much effort? Because you can lie to your head, but you can’t like to you heart. You will notice after time goes on, that this m f-er, flaws and all, made you happier than somebody that’s super-compatible, cute, freaky, etc. That’s why you see beautiful ladies with busted dudes because you might not see it, but he makes her happy. Every female just wants to be happy. You might be happy for a while, hopefully forever, but if it gets rocky again, The Doctor has the liberty to say, “I don’t know why I even took your trifling ass back”! And since little to no effort was put forth to help heal, The Donkey, has the liberty to respond, “You didn’t F*&^$* HAVE TO”!

Summary:

1.) The Doctor can’t operate on anybody who isn’t willing to get on the operating table.
2.) It hurts more to do it all alone. First, evaluate if it’s worth it.
3.) Don’t take my advice.
4.) Follow me on Twitter @jaydukes1911.

~Jay Dukes qka Mr. Million Dollars qka Mr. “Hey… You Look Familiar”