Getting It Out The Way pt 1

It’s been forever since I dropped a blog. I got some ideas in my head and some written already but want to get these next couple or few blogs out the way first. 

When I was in the 8^th grade, my English teacher had us bring a notebook to class to write in it every week. She called it a Journal. She also told us to write whatever, within reason. I had an ugly imagination as a kid but I knew there were a lot of things that I couldn’t write that I really wanted to. Like, the girls I was crushing on, cusswords and other random things I thought about back then.

I actually still have that notebook and read it a year or so ago. I wrote mostly about my friends, what I was going to do over the weekend and what I wanted(video games mostly. Was too embarrassed to talk about toys). There were a few made up stories in there but I didn’t read those. It was kind of interesting to look back and see what was on my mind. I didn’t realize that my teacher was responding to what I wrote until I read it last year. She sounded inspiring and interested in what I was saying. I never responded to her though.

This same English teacher had us write a letter to ourselves. It was a letter that she was going to send to us via postal service in a year from the date we wrote them. I was young and not really thinking how she might read what we said but I wrote what was on my mind in that one.

I want to thank my 8^th grade teacher, Ms. Alkira, for having me wrote in a journal every week and actually reading it. I give credit to her for me liking writing today.

Sometime between the 8^th grade n 9^th grade, one of the Jasons(either the black or mixed one) draw a picture of a house. There with a door at the bottom of the crib. Then there was a u-shaped snow fall off the middle of the roof. The joke was, the snow was a penis and the door was vagina(I said penis and vagina, that’s proper than a mug, haha)

I tried to recreate that joke and show someone else. I saved the drawing and spiced it up some by adding legs, two bodies and arms. Then I started to add dialogue in. It was all sex talk. Once I filled the page up with naughty sex talk. I showed a friend of mine. It was some silly stuff but he laughed his ass off. The way he laughed, made me laugh.

After getting his reaction to the dialogue, I started to write stories with two characters named Boy and Girl. It was some pure x-rated, raw, adult type stuff(my idea of an adult anyway), cusswords, sex, just crazy talk. Whenever I wrote those conversations between Boy and Girl, I’d show my friend and he’d crack up every time.

On that note, I want to thank my B.I.P. brother, Mudbone GD Folks, for laughing so damn hard at my Boy & Girl stories. Because of him, when I became a senior in High School, I started writing a story with characters. Eventually I called the notebook that the story was in, The Green Book. 

It’s crazy how something so little or one moment so long ago can play a big role years later. Neither one of this people know I still write or that they both played a role in it.