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Fam, I thought about modeling again. I thought maybe I should give DC Fashion Week another shot since I made the roster but couldn't show up last year. I don't know. Any thoughts?

I just got off the phone with one of my cousins on my dad's side. My family is so huge that when you take a look at my family that cousin could be just about anyone. Either way, she called to make sure that I got back home alright. I made sure to tell her that I had a blast this past weekend. Here's a recap of my Thanksgiving weekend. Wednesday night: dinner and karaoke with the cousins. My silly family and I had to be the only ones in the restaurant actually doing karaoke. I decided to be the brave soul and get things kicked off with "It Wasn't Me" by Shaggy. I only knew the rhythm and the hook and not the verses. With that said, there were plenty of lines that I completely missed. My youngest sister followed up with "No Scrubs," which then turned into a choir of all the Curry granddaughters belting out the song across the restaurant. Next thing I remember was doing the Cupid Shuffle and then getting tired because that song is hella long. We left

I'll leave what I really want to say up to the imagination but I just saw a performance that just messed up my progress as a curse free man. Ok that is an exaggeration, but just like expletives are used when a person does not have the vocabulary to truly express his or her feelings, I'm feeling that way but in a positive fashion. I'm talking about Allen Stone ! Even after being invited to his show I didn't take the time to look up his music. Now that I have experienced this cat I am buying everyone of his albums before I lay my head down to sleep tonight. His voice behind an acoustic is like running water. Then when he has his band it's like the swagger of a 4th of July BBQ with the soul of cornbread and collard greens to go with it. It's really like that. Never have I been to a show by an artist I knew nothing about and left singing every track. The guy is ridiculous. Words can't express the magic that the native of Washington state creates at a show. The

Now that all the hype of turning 27, and partying like I should have been doing all my life, is but a memory I feel like I need to say something just to stay relevant to my readers. I promised myself this week that I wouldn't say anything bad about my neighborhood but I relented on that promise when I heard gun shots go off. How do I know they were gun shots? Well, I don't. It could have been a clever fire cracker for all I know. What I do know is that them mugs went off 4 times consistently. I also think someone got killed, shot, or wounded a block away from my complex. Here's the story: After a wonderful birthday dinner with my parents, younger sister and her fiance, they all follow me back to my place to drop off the 40" flat screen my dad bought for my birthday. Thanks dad. My father has been to my place. My sister has been to my place. My mother has never been to my place. I go to turn down the street I normally turn down to get to my complex and it is taped