Remember when I told ya’ll recently how I had an announcement to make? This isn’t it. Real talk, an unexpected opportunity came my way, a pretty big one too. Something that I had been planning for for a while. Entertainment related. Media related. Mad exposure. A bigger platform to support the Daily Math. Well, a funny thing happened on the way to the office. A week after the offer was made, the cats I was building with became real hard to find. Because I know how things get in the entertainment industry, I got a lil nervous. I started making mad calls, emails, text messages, Twitter tweets. Nada. This wall of silence went on for like a week and a half, even going past the day I was told I’d be starting. Yes. I got real nervous.
Eventually I got through to the person that made the offer. I was informed that the head honcho of the fine establishment I’d be joining decided they didn’t want to eff with me. Apparently said honcho had issues with fellow blogger and esteemed colleague Byron Crawford. You know how bol gets down. Well anyways, wha’ had happened was bol dropped some post completely unrelated to me in typical bol fashion, and said posts didn’t really sit well with said honcho. Them posts was too close to home is what my people told me. Said that same honcho did some research and discovered that me and Byron were cool, that we had history. Said honcho, so affected by the shit bol dropped decided that he wasn’t gonna eff with me. Ever. And just like that, I was fired from a job before I had a chance to start. Before I had a chance to meet the boss. For some shit I didn’t do. Unless you want to call it guilt by association. Then yeah, I guess I’m guilty. Guilty for knowing Byron Crawford.
I was kinda pissed, kinda down, shit hit hard, a dream opportunity evaporating right before my eyes, like a mirage before I had the chance to touch it. Down because that very opportunity was one of the reasons I started blogging here, you know, share info, create opportunities, build an empire, and have a great time along the way. Didn’t even feel like fucking blogging again. This shit ain’t easy when you aint getting paid for all the work you put in. I think that was the week I didn’t post one effin word here.
Good thing for friends though. Cats like Dallas Penn and Marcus Troy helped me catch my wind back. Reminded me that I was bigger than that. Plus that it wasn’t right for me to take my shit out on ya’ll by not dropping no posts. The more I thought about it, the better I started feeling about life. I wasn’t expecting that opportunity and since I never started, then I never really had it. Plus, this was a completely blameless situation. I couldn’t be mad at me, I didn’t do nothing. I couldn’t be mad at Byron cause he was just doing Byron. I couldn’t even be mad at my peoples that hooked me up with the gig, they looked out but the powers that be blocked them. I believe them when they say they went to bat for the kid. Plus, knowing how shady the game is, they really didn’t have to tell me jack about why I lost the gig I never had. I respect them for that. Thank you. I’m glad it wasn’t all politics as usual.
Last week I got the call to join XXL online as one of their featured bloggers. It’s a gig that doesn’t match in scope the one I lost (that I never had), still, it’s a gig that expands my voice. I’m very grateful. Kinda excited too. I’m calling my spot ‘Today’s Mathematics’. Expanding my brand, expanding the movement. Not sure what kinda topics I’ll discuss over there, especially since it seems like most of their readers like to break wild on that juvenile, ig’nant E-goon tip. I can get get juvenile and ig’nant too. No E-goonery though.
I’ma bring it.
I’ll still be here too. Working on getting more disciplined with the writing. Treat the gift like a job. Schedules and all that. I can never forget the true value of the Daily Math, and that’s all of you that visit on the regular. Read, comment, pass through, joke me out, add constructive criticism, all of that. Without ya’ll, there’d be no this. Thank you. Really. And I’m asking for suggestions as to what you’d like to see of me there. Really. Please. Thank you.
Thinking about that gig thing again, it’s kinda funny. Living prime time in the information age, where the Internets are running this town tonight, to be penalized for the associations I keep on the blogosphere is a good thing. Shows how much power we have, how loud our voices ring. How fearful certain people are, afraid of the truth, afraid of uncensored opinions, afraid of different perspectives, afraid of peoples’ associations. If that incident is any indication of how things would’ve been on the inside, then that shit really wasn’t for me. I, we do this for the freedom of speech, freedom of ideas, eff a censorship, eff a gag order, eff monitoring me because of the company I keep. So yeah, to Mr. Head Honcho who killed the deal, good looking and a very sincere thank you for reminding me how powerful my voice is. I’ma keep doing this. I’m almost guaranteeing that we’ll meet again. Only then you’re gonna have to have a bigger checkbook for how I’ma rape the place blind with what I’ma be charging. Word bond.
It’s official. Next week it’s on. Let’s go!
Byron, nigga, you owe me one.