Eating “Cup of Noodles”, watching Netflix on the laptop, and staying at a Travel Lodge for 3 or 4 days was ok. It was a step up after entering that shit hole over the weekend. MC and I got the apartment and it was a nice spot. Wooden floors, I have a small cozy room and its close to convenient and liquor stores close by. This is the first apartment I’ve had where I signed a lease and moved in on the same day. In the past I was either never on the lease and was paying rent month to month or I signed the lease and moved into someone else’s unit. MC and I moved in together and it was the first time I traveled to a new city with someone I always traveled alone. This place don’t allow parties at night I’m sure I can have guests over to day drink. Watch me work.
I went up the street to buy a few things for the apartment and I entered a store run by Muslims and as I was in the aisle looking for paper towels the lady asked “are you buying something?” She didn’t ask if I needed help finding something, that would’ve been a great way to make your costumer feel welcomed but no. Then I had to show my ID to prove that I owned my debit card which honestly, rarely if ever happened to me before. I can remember only showing ID with my debit card at the bank. So I will never shop there again. I have to say it hurts to be viewed as an animal everywhere I go.
One night MC went to work and since I had the place to myself but can’t have parties and I don’t know anyone I decided to check the bar out thats up the street. Its called “Whiskey Dicks” and as,soon I came in I was greeted by a friendly bartender named Nate and he hooked me up with screwdrivers and was really cool. It was a welcoming place I will be a regular for sure. The next day I caught the bus not knowing where its going but its a way for me to learn the bus routes. As I’m riding around town I didn’t see anything interesting or fun to do or see at the time and I felt bored. I thought maybe Fresno won’t be the right place for me and I might not like it. Anyway, I decided to get off and walk through the Tower District, browsing through record stores. One record store in particular gave me the strongest case of deja vu. I had a dream one night that I was looking through records and I look up at the pictures on the wall and I look to my right to see the posters up high in the store. Well that dream came back to me as I was doing the same exact thing at that moment that’s when I knew I was here in Fresno for a reason and that I’m meant to be here. That made my day.
Well now that I’m in Fresno this is a fresh start. I live in a great apartment with my best friend so I’m living comfortably but I’m not working yet. Its been going on 3 weeks and I’m working. I’m not complaining because I needed a break from work but I have nothing to do and I don’t know any of my neighbors yet. MC is working and was out of town for a few days so I decided to write music. I wrote four songs that day,the first was “Set The World On Fire”, three of them were at night with me laying on the living room carpet with the black light on. The black light illuminated MCs paintings on the wall and to add a little more mood I brought my candle out of my room, lit it, and wrote songs in front of the light of the candle. “Summer Luv”, “Situationship”, and “See Me 2nite”. I also sent out an ad looking for guitarists. I’ve been in California for almost three years and I never gotten pass meeting and jamming with musicians. Let’s see how my luck pans out here in Fresno.
Even though it was Friday the 13th I got lucky. I met this girl online. Just thought I’d try my luck and see what would happen. We’ll call her Mary and she came over to my new apartment and we had a great time; hot and sweaty. She was a lot of fun. How about that? I’ve been in Fresno for two to three weeks and had a nice girl come through the door. I have to get this out but I’m so tired of people calling me Lenny Kravitz Wiz Khalifa and Jimi Hendrix. I’m not them I’m me. I don’t walk up to people and call them anything except their name because I treat people the way I want to be treated and that’s with respect. I have nothing against those artists but I feel as though that I heard enough and I lost my sense of humor about it and you will address me as Alexx. I’m also tired of silly questions about my hair. Its hair! No you can’t touch it! I don’t ask touch your hair because I don’t care to. I’m sure my hair makes me a target for ignorant people asking and saying stupid things to me but at this point I’ve had enough and I’m flipping out on anyone who shits something out their word hole. I’m not okay with your so called liberal mind but whole time you’re a racist, bigot, idiot. I’m also tired of white people who feel oh so comfortable with saying nigga around me. I’ve never dealt with that back east so coming to California and experiencing being called a nigger took me by surprise and for white people to say “wassup my nigga” like thats supposed to impress me really fuckin annoys me and I’m ready to explode. I don’t want to be an asshole or a dick but I’ve had enough. Its not a joke and its not funny to me at ALL. I’m getting annoyed with MC saying negative things about the apartment complex as if he thinks he’s too good to live here. He likes to call the place ghetto but as I look around I don’t see ghetto. I lived in the ghetto and this is not ghetto. Just because he sees blacks and Latinos I guess that makes it ghetto we’ll I think that’s a fucked up thing to say and I’m not going to sit and hear him talk trash about this place because 1) he’s rarely here. He’s either at work or with his fiance 2) you have no idea what ghetto is so his opinion should go up his ass. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The other day he said “I’m surprised no one has tag graffiti around here. I guess no ones that creative.” I said “well you should be glad”. I know that if he saw graffiti around here where we live it would give him something else to talk about. He can’t say anything good about living in an apartment complex with other minorities.
I’m not saying he’s racist or a bigot but I will say he’s an idiot and I’m gonna have straighten that shit out because I heard it one too many times “ghetto this” and “ghetto that” and its time I enlighten him. I grew up in a neighborhood full or drug dealers, helicopters flying around at night, the searchlight shining in my room waking me up at night, gun shots going off in the middle of the night, crackheads running around trying to steal for a fix, fights and all. I’ve seen it, I’ve been there and got out and came to sunny California moved in with a country bumpkin who loves Rap and Reggae, who Raps and freestyles but yet believes he’s too good for the “ghetto” and that’s my problem with him. Honestly, this place isn’t ghetto. Its nothing but beautiful families outside playing in the pool together, playing on the monkey bars together, no fights, no arguments, no gang activity, no ones rude or disrespectful (at least not to me), and at night I can sleep in peace because there’s no break ins, or robberies. When I was a kid my house was robbed. My parents were robbed at gun point while my brother and I were sound asleep. I used to live in a neighborhood where people never paid their gas and electric bill so they would tap into other neighbors electricity. My brother and I were in high school. We both heard someone on the roof in the middle of the night so we got up, I grabbed the bat, we went out into the backyard and we made those junkies got off of our roof stealing our electricity. MC doesn’t have to worry about that, he never did and probably never will. But I did. There were nights where I was worried if some dumb ass junkie was gonna start an electrical fire on my roof trying to steal my family’s electricity. Yes, Fresno has gangs, yes Fresno can be a tough place to be but where MC and I reside its peaceful.
The hardest thing is feeling what I feel and I call up my family but with the time zones its hard to get in touch with them. I want to talk to them when my minutes are free after 9pm but its midnight over east so it can be tough.
MC was called to return to Watsonville to help out at the facility for two weeks. I agreed to go along to help him out. We stayed at his friends house and during the first few days there I was still holding on to the stupid comment MC said about the place since the day we left for Watsonville. So for a few days I had that issue bottled up because for some reason I didn’t want to get into it while we’re in his friends house. I tried to bury it but I couldn’t. We still drank and smoked together but the awkward energy in the room was obvious. So one day I expressed my liking of the new apartment, pointing out the positives about the place. MC said nothing but a burp. I got that off of my chest, he heard me out, and now I’m good. But then MC decided to leave for the weekend with no intentions to return the following week for in Watsonville. I saw it as a dick move. We came here together to work and we were supposed to leave together and besides he was called to come back not me so I shouldn’t feel obligated to stay and work. Yes, I will get paid and speaking of which I was supposed to get paid on Thursday but I didn’t get my money until..I hate that it wasn’t my idea to come to work in Watsonville.I came to support my friend MC be there for him to lend a helping hand and for him to basically ditch me was a little messed up. He didn’t like how thongs turned out for him there. They messed up his check, mine too. He didn’t wanna be in Watsonville, me either. He has money to catch a bus back to Fresno, I don’t. He can leave at a drop of a hat but I can’t because I’m scheduled to work. It would be the same thing if I brought him to Baltimore with me then I catch a plane back to California by myself and leaving him behind.
I’m gonna stop bitching because Ben lives near this beautiful slough near his house. When I’m buzzed I walk down by the slough and just mellow out. I sit and get stoned with Ben’s son Brock and watch him play video games on XBox 360. Ben had new roommates move in during the weekend I was staying there and they wanted to paint the house and sleep on the couch until the paint dries. I slept on the couch and Ben thought I was leaving when MC left so for a second, yeah, shit got awkward because I have no cash for a hotel or motel and I don’t know anyone I can stay with but Ben assured me everything will fine. When the roommates came I helped paint their room and helped them move some of their stuff into their new room. I got to know them a little bit and they’re my kind of people fun and down to Earth. I got along with everyone. Ben’s new roommates had cooked spaghetti one night and wanted Ben, Brock, and I to eat together at the table. Ben comes down to the table wearing a Rolling Stones Tshirt and wearing a leather jacket telling us that he’s wearing his dinner jacket. Before he sits down though he wants to tell us that he didn’t know how to be a good father or mother. He worked hard all of his life to provide for his son Brock who’s sitting next me and as stoned as I am and wondering where is this speech coming from? Ok, so we all dig in without saying grace because we felt that Ben wouldn’t want to so we begin eating spaghetti then after Ben sits at the head of the table he goes into saying grace. Everyone’s bowing their heads and chewing garlic bread. As spaghetti night progresses Brock gets up from the table and Ben gets on Brocks case about it “wait, you don’t get up from the table without saying excuse me.” I kept drinking out of my bottled water hoping it was beer. I even got up and went in the frige to look for a beer. I excused myself. All in all nothing crazy, wild, or out of line took place. It was a great night with great people. People I never really been around and just meeting and getting to know. Remember, MC knows Ben not me I only met him three times back when I was living with Norton. Ben and Brock have been very kind to me during my stay there and I had a great time there.