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I was driving through my old neighborhood the other day and parked my car in the exact location where I had my very first fight. It was against the neighborhood bully who also happened to be the son of the superintendent of the apartment building we live in. I was 9 years old and my opponent was a few years older and nearly twice my size.

It all started when my cousin, who was riding my bike in front of the Con Ed building across the street from where we lived, was approached by the bully and told to give him the bike. My cousin responded by saying no. I guess that wasn’t the answer the bully wanted to hear. He started throwing Now and Later candies at him which caused my cousin to cry. I was enraged by what he was doing to my little cousin and although he was much bigger and older than me, I was not going to let him get away with it.

I asked him to quit bothering my cousin and he responded by saying “What are you going to do about it?" Someone should have told him that I had a nasty temper. I ran towards him and punched him square in the face. I will admit that this was probably the only good punch I got off. This kid whooped my ass! What made it bad was he laughed at me in front of some girls! Once again, someone should have told him that I had a nasty temper and I’m a prideful Gemini who hates losing. I picked up a rock and smacked him upside his head with it and sent him home crying with a large lump on his head. I know what I did was dirty but I was not going to look like a punk in front of some girls!

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Yesterday, I was chatting with a good friend of mine by the name of DJ Wiz of the rap group Kid & Play. The conversation was pretty much about life and how getting old can be a bitch. He told me his parents have been together for over 62 years. After the conversation I realized that at times I’m envious of people like Wiz who were lucky enough to have been raised in a two-parent household. But then again, not having my father around was probably a blessing.

See, I am the product of what happens too often in the black community. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 18 and soon after my birth, my father was nowhere to be found. I didn’t meet him until I was seven years old. I remember the first time meeting him; I was living with my maternal great-grandmother in the Bronx. He walked in the door carrying a large trash bag full of gifts. Just like a typical child, I wasn’t concerned with meeting him; I was too busy trying to figure out what was in the bag.

My parents decided to rekindle their childhood relationship and felt that the three of us living together was the best thing for our family. We ended up moving into my paternal great-grandmother’s apartment and lived there for almost two years. During this period, he was verbally and physically abusive towards my mother and me.

Things had gotten so bad that one night when the news of his abuse reached my mother’s side of the family, they rescued us in the middle of the night and escorted us back to my maternal great-grandmother’s apartment where we belonged. But he wasn’t too far behind. Moments after we had arrived, he showed up and started banging on the door trying to break in. When that didn’t work, he decided to go outside and wait for us to leave the apartment. I remember standing in the second floor window looking down at him. He smiled, picked up a brick, ran towards the building and threw the brick, shattering the window and barely missing me. My aunt and uncle chased him down the street and knocked his ass out! He never bothered us again.

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I grew up in a household full of temperamental women. This had its advantages and disadvantages. The downside was that there was never a male role model at home so I ended up admiring the hustlers on the street corner. The upside was that I was privy to info that I would use later on in life to pick up women.

I remember when I moved into my first apartment at the age of 19. It was a one-bedroom space in an old tenement building in Harlem. I moved in there mainly because my aunt and uncle lived in the apartment directly above me. My aunt had a funny way to inform me that dinner was ready; she would bang 10 times on the radiator. Being that I didn’t have a telephone yet, she would bang 5 times if I had a call.

The only furniture I had was a bed, a television set, a stereo system, and a couple of TV trays to eat on. This was the ultimate bachelor’s pad! The one thing my apartment never lacked was a bottle of white zinfandel and good slow music. Now you know, other than wine coolers, white zinfandel was the wine of choice for young dudes trying to mack. Looking back, how sophisticated could I have really been eating off TV trays?

Anyway, I had a surefire way to get my mack on, I would pop in a mix tape I made called “Seduction Production.” This tape was full of guilt free music! You would never have found Shirley Murdock’s “As We Lay” on this tape! Strictly groups like Switch, LTD, The Whispers, DeBarge, and definitely Teddy Pendergrass! Today’s hot picks are dedicated to Seduction Productions baby!

-dj

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