Hi, my name is Ken. It is my firm belief that life must be recorded, assorted, and then resorted into a direct stream of feelings, thoughts, ideas and experiences. When transmitted directly, but legibly such a stream has the potential to survive past the basic lifespan of a physical memory and infinitely inspire others. I write this however not for longevity but for prosperity. Only because I am determined to swim against the tide of tweeting and facebooking my way to 21. I delve deep within my inner mojo to do this, because as I get to it, I realize the word laziness as the most powerful verb. Such is its power that it kills all other verbs. With this “laziness around there is no, ‘walk, run, climb, write, record, report, relate’ there is hardly even ‘sleep’. All verbs remain minimal as though they are afraid to appear in the presence of “laziness”. Ironically for me, and my own version of ‘laziness’ the anti Christ, Mr. Boredom was ready to trump this teenage reign of “laziness”. In essence my internet was cut so I decided to write! So as wild non blue and white facebook color thoughts swim around in my mental recesses, I attempt to colligate them into life stories. Not the traditional Iceberg Slim, but one with a very erratic, unconventional trend of thought. Written to the backdrop today of Johanan Tom writing up a storm. In the air, the gloom of six thirty twilight and the absence of a high speed connection promoting this emotional gloom amongst us youths. The hum of the lasko fan paused every two seconds by the heavy baselines of Nasir Jones rap.