Note2Self-byPharaoh

Maybe I'm a little late, but I have to say something anyway.

I'm sure by now most people have heard about the mother who video recorded her two year old daughter smoking a blunt then forwarded the video to friends which is now on YouTube.

See I think this is an example of how Weed smokers are some of the STUPIDEST people on the planet. How can a grown rational person think that it's appropriate, funny or cute, to let a two year old child smoke weed? How can a grown rational person think that is is even acceptable to smoke weed in the same room or house with a two year old child? And above all else why would a mother think it was acceptable to do any of that to her own child? I don't care how "natural" weed is suppose to be, it is a substance that should not be around a child. This stupid heffa might as well had filled the child's milk bottle with chloride, ammonia or lead (all of which are naturally occurring compounds) and let the child drink it. But weed-heads are too stupid to think like that...but its the same damn thing.

Yes, I can hear the weed-heads arguing that what she did is not something they would do, maybe that is true. However I imagine that they have done other things while high that they wish they were thinking clear and had avoided doing. So it's the same level of stupidity just applied differently.

It's sad.

Sincerely,

Pharaoh

I've been slightly perplexed for the last few weeks. Recently, I had a conversation with someone, that had left me a little taken aback. In the conversation, this person said to me that I had no style. "There's nothing that I can think of that says 'that's [Pharaoh]' other than food and alcohol, but that's everybody, so what's that?"

I know there wasn't any malice intended behind the statement, and yes it is slightly taken out of context here. But still....ouch!

Am I really that nondescript of a person? Would I be invisible in a crowded room? For that matter is that why I'm seem to be perpetually single -nobody sees/knows enough to want to pursue something?

If any of that is true, what do I do to change it? Do I have to waste a fortune on buying items made by Prada, Armani and True Religion, or just wear a sports coats with jeans and that would deem me as having style? Would I stand out then? Or would it be better to just prefect the idea that I am an asshole/bitch so everyone will remember that about me?

Now I don't really think it's true but that then raises the question; what am I doing that gives that impression, or rather the lack thereof one.

Sincerely,

Pharaoh -Nobody?

I traveled to Houston last weekend. The trip was a combination of business and pleasure. Of course the fun was hanging out with BabyBro.

SO picture it, Houston 2010.

It's Friday night, BabyBro picks me up from my hotel so we can go to dinner in "the gay-borhood" at this restaurant, called Katz, he had visited a couple times. The place was cool, it reminded me a bit of Jerry's Deli.

Afterwards he takes me a few blocks over to where there's a cluster of clubs. The plan was to visit at least two of them then head home...leaving the other to check out on Saturday night.

So we go in to the place called "JR's" and we do a walkabout and find ourselves out on the patio area, which was suprising because it was where the smokers were and the heat should have scared me back inside, but it was actually not bad.

We are sitting and talking; Sitting and people watching. I'm the only one with alcohol because he's driving.

Although our conversation touched on many subjects. We get to a point during which we are discussing his insecurities about the level of his physical attractiveness. In short, he thinks he is average and just okay looking. While we are having this "heart-to-heart" we see a few guys come through that we both thought were attractive and why he thinks they wouldn't be interested in him. At some point these two guys (one African-american, the other Latino.) come and sit in the two seats next to us. We really didn't pay them much attention because these were not the first guys to inhabits those two particular chairs during the time that we had been seated. The Latino guy was on the phone, and the Af-am guy was politely just hanging out.

So the black guy (who is cute) turns to to us and says, "excuse me, are you two on a date."

I tell him that we are not on a date and briefly explained our friendship. And he explains to us that he is on a date with the Latino guy next to him, but his date has been on the phone the whole night, and that he was over the guy/date, which is what prompted him to start up a conversation with us. I don't remember exactly how it came up but he also turned and said while pointing at me, "I think you are cute," then pointed at BabyBro, "but I think he's cuter."

I had no choice but to throw up my hands and laugh out loud. I mean for the slightest of moments my own insecurities pounced ...I mean here I am, an out of towner; free to mingle; with a king size bed to that could be shared; while out with a friend - and the cute guy in the club isn't really interested in me, but the friend I'm with. Go figure, right!

However, those feelings were quickly squashed. I instantly recognized the divine influence in the moment that made it clear this wasn't about me. Babybro and I had just talked about his physical attractiveness not even a full 15 minutes before these two sat down, but he thought I was only saying it because I'm his friend and care about him. SO for this guy to make his comment comparing BabyBro and I could not have been planned any better and had to be divine intervention. So damn my issue I had to help BabyBro.

The three of us exchange names, and for the sake of his privacy, our new friend will be called M_Houston, because he has the same name as someone I know in LA and until I knew his last name "M_Houston" is how I had to save his number in my phone. We all took a liking to each other and M_Houston offered to buy BabyBro and I a round of drinks. He waved to his date who was still on the phone as he stood to go to the bar.

"That never happens to me," BabyBro said while we were alone again.

"Me either, but I think you two should exchange numbers, when he get back."

M_Houston comes back with his date following him hold a drink. (I didn't even notice that the date had walked away.) The date (I don't even think I ever got his name) did hang up the phone for a while and try engage M_Houston at that point and we try to have a four-way conversation, but it didn't work and the date walked away.

When the date walked away, I turned to M_Houston, "While you were gone I decided that the two of you here need to exchange numbers," while I pointed at him and BabyBro.

"Really. Well, I need you to decide that you want that," he said looking at BabyBro.

Well BabyBro wanted it and they did exchanged numbers. We continued to hang out and eventually M_Houston and I also exchanged numbers. We've been in touch via text, but he seems like a good guy and I see the potential for a good friendship here as well, so I'm sure we'll spend some time on the phone.

Sincerely,

Pharaoh