This brings me to today's topic...Humility. Now when I say humility I don't mean a DD cup cutie saying she thinks shes a 36 C. This is what we consider denial, as she is most likely unable to accept the fact that men have have been fixated with her buxom bosom blatantly busting her brassiere in so brazen a manner that she bashfully blushes, blocking the view of her beautifully balanced backbreaking breasts bouncing bare-chested within her barely buttoned blouse. Phew. This some alliteration for that ass. Nevertheless, I digress...
Moral of the story is Humility is good and tits are great.
This being said, I went and got a new tattoo last night, which reads "Humility breeds success." Sidenote: My mother is going to kill me, and this post isn't really about humility. It's really more about tattoos.
Yes, my friends, I've finally went and done it...I've gotten a tattoo across the front of my frickin throat. Why here might you ask? Because I want to see it everyday no matter what I'm wearing and always remember to be humble...well, than and it looks badass. Funny thing is, it didn't even hurt. (Sidenote: I'm sure the Percocet helped). Unfortunately, I am now at work without the aid of prescription drugs and am suffocating my new tat with a shirt and tie. Fuck my life. Right about now my neck hurts worse than a girl who won first place in an elephant fellatio contest. Ewwwww. LOL. No homo.
Anyways, my girl Cass von D took care of me and didnt sever a jugular vein nor puncture my throat. Kudos. See, my African American Bredren....not all white people are out to kill us. Just Ronald Regan. It's OK though...that nig*a's dead. Black people = +1, The Man = 0. Just kidding.
Notice the glass door painted green so you can't see through. yeah. that's not shady or anything.
Nothing all too interesting happened after that, and after chatting it up with Cass and finally finding the right position (for sitting...get your minds out the gutter!), I was outa there in about an hour with an awesome tattoo.
Sure it's considered unprofessional and roguish but as anyone who knows me will tell you...I could give a rats ass. Girls think its sexy. Right ladies?
Anyway, I have a whole theory on tattoos which I can basically sum up in the following line from one of my old songs:
"I tell em' that my skin is black/
and that's worse than any tat/
in terms of a stigma? /
I'm a nigga, what you think of that?/"
I refuse to conform to anyone's idea of what an educated black man should look or act like. If we all begin grooming ourselves to be carlton banks's just because its inoffensive and corporate friendly, then we will continue to reinforce the stereotype that all intellectual people look a certain way. I have a Upenn undergraduate degree and 2 Master's Degrees. I got my MBA with a 4.o. I have over 20 tattoos. I am an Ivy league hoodlum...and I love it.
In the same way that R & B singers get to sing about skeeting on chicks and fu*king them in the ass just because they can croon, I am afforded the luxury of looking like this because I have the credentials to back it up. Beyyyyyatch.
Hmmmmmmm. Come to think of it, maybe my friends were right. I guess I should work on that whole "humility" thing. LOL.
I'm also still smart enough that I can hide these permanently inked calling cards of the urban scholar when it's time for work. Sheeeeeit....I still got a mortgage to pay ni**as. LOL. Don't judge me.
Live, Love, Living as I see fit