(EST. 2009) I see life in an abstract, slanted way. This blog was made to try and display that point of view to the people who don't know me, or those who know me more than I know myself. The blog title came from a combo of "This is What I Call Her" By Lil'Wayne, the constant smell of reefer on some of my close friends, and of course my last name [don't forget the "E"]. I'm high off of life, this blog is my blunt and I'm passing it too you. Inhale until you feel you've had too much GREENE.


"Out of the trillions of numbers in the world, just leave me a few that leads to you..."


Ain't nothing changed but the address.

CURREN$Y + STALLEY: ADDRESS from Creative Control on Vimeo.


[This track is a favorite of mine when walking off of planes through airport concourses.  Try it, you'll feel like a million and nine dollars.]

None of this would have went down if patience was persistent. Don't expect you to wait, but you're suppose to wait for what's real, right? Ha. I'm off that romantic bullshit, life is too real. Ladies take your romantic comedies and love stories out of the DVD players and place them back in their designated cases. While your at it, accidentally scratch the readable portion of the disc. I'm doing you a favor so you don't contradict yourself after getting filled up over an Owen Wilson line.

If you know me and we're close, you know that I hate to talk about my problems because I feel like I'm burdening you with information. Well, to be honest I know I'm a strong person to be as focused as I am with all the problems that I've faced over the years (most of them noone knows about).  I listen to some of you croon and cry about your issues (like you were trying to be featured in a remake of one wish by Ray J) and to some of you my immediate reaction is: Stop bitching. However, I sometimes bite my lip so you feel important.  I'm not saying my problems are worst then yours, I'm just saying don't cry over stuff that can be fixed. Simple as that.  The people with real problems are usually the ones that don't talk about them much.

I wish some people would understand that my relationship with them never changed, but circumstances around me might have. Adapting to new environments while coping with the same evolved problems can take a great amount out of you. Therefore, the attention one may have felt they deserved at the time, might not have been present. Don't think I did not want to give you that attention though... In one particular situation I would of given a person all the attention in the world if they showed they'd be around once I learned to cope with greater issues in my life. Issues that they didn't and still don't even know about. Their obvious dissatisfaction in the relationship even before new problems arose, showed me that they probably would not be patient enough for things to work out at that point. Nevertheless, I gave the person the benefit of the doubt and some space hoping they'd understand. Can't lie it was selfish on my behalf but I was basing my assumption on our past history. Fast forward, long story short, the person forgot about me and ignorantly (as in unknowingly assuming) dwelled on the thought that I changed, instead of finding out what was really going on. Sad, but it's life and they're happy.

If I was around more and not all the way down in VA, old friends and other acquaintances would understand that I'm still the optimistic, good humored, madtreysongzintheituneslibrary, "Philly boul" that you knew back when. I still appreciate the a Neptune's production and I still order large pizzas from Papa Knicks on weekends. Dragon Ball Z is still my favorite cartoon and I still feel like Will Smith is my father.  Hip hop soul and lyrics from Wasalu still drive my soul and daily existence. I will still make you a playlist so you can know me better. I still hold the door making sure future acquaintances get through safely and untouched, even if they already know my name. The Tribe is still on daily ear play, and I still have a playlist to sleep to. Aaliyah is still my wife and I still like being outside after the rain.  Even though he's injury prone, McGrady is still my favorite Professional basketball player and Amare is still my favorite big man. Marc Zumoff and Steve mix still commentate games (shoutout to Moses SS) for my favorite basketball team.  My love for McDonald's apple pies is definitely still there, and if I bring you around the my best friends from high school your either a cool down to earth individual or a girl who I marry. Ain't nothing changed but the address, y'all. I take back thinking that I changed because of the thoughts of others.  I just have to prioritize sometimes to maintain sanity. Hope you can understand.




First off, Kanye and Cudi have provided some of the best albums of the year thus far (technically, rapgodfathers.com did, but you catch my drift), however, they are dark and erie.  I'm not into that right now, and I partially blame the music I have been listening to for the mood that I have undertaken on this beautiful autumn day.  Therefore, I will put a temporary pause to the dark twisted fantasies, and the sounds of coke being snorted in various intros, and bless my earlobes with some throw back N.E.R.D. You know, that Pharrell crooning with a punk rock feel... it brightens my mood.

Right now I am literally, thought-full.  I don't know if it is my surroundings, diet or lack of exercise that has got me sitting in my bed for an extra hour every morning.  I've been feeling stuck.  I went through post on this blog from a year ago and I compared the different mentalities I had from now to then. The greatest difference is my optimism.  I was headed for a new place, new surroundings with no idea what the hell to expect.  Now, that I have been around the block a couple semesters, the repetition has once again been embedded into my lifestyle, and progression feels nonexistent. To keep it straight to the point: I don't fuck with repetition but I love progression.  New scenery, new people, new experiences, that is my forte.  If I don't get enough of that, I tend to throw myself in a rut of crazy thoughts, laziness, lack of motivation and worst off: creative droughts.  My ambition right now is at an all time low.  Correction, my ambition has not been this low since I found out I got into Masterman High and somewhat bullshitted the rest of my 8th grade year.

Even when I feel like this, I still try to be attentive in what is going on around me. I might throw a smile on to kill questions and act like the usual person that some of you know,  (Mad cliche, I know.  How many times have you heard the "hide my feelings behind a smile" reference in ANY form of entertainment.  I'm sure that some of the people I am putting a smile on for are doing the exact thing right back. Actually, I know they are.) but you know how that goes... Anyway, my observations have led to both confusion and conclusions; positive, negative and neutral.

After starting off the year with a more outgoing state of mind, I have come to the conclusion that Hampton University was not the best choice in college for me.  To all my Howard people,  not because it is not the real HU (because it is), but because of the close mindedness that people force themselves to live with.  The fronts and acts that people put on just to cast this image of being hard, wealthy, Gucci Mane or Wacka Flocka, kill a huge portion of the social aspect that I expected pre-enrollment.  Pardon me for generalizing, because there are thousands of people that I do not know at HU, and there are probably a handful of people who do not fit my previous description, or feel the same way as me.  Although, from my stance thus far, I see a surplus of "fraudulation" as my brother Melo use to say.  Judgmental attitudes that cause people to shy away from being who they use to be, or who they are when they aren't in Hampton.  Everybody tries to be cool... with swag (Haha, you don't know how much I hate that word, but it has reentered my vocabulary due to the constant usage of it down here).  She got swag, he got swag. That makes them cool. I fuck bitches and get money, that's all that matters, 'BURR."  Did I mention that, "I go hard in the motherfucking paint?"  That was my rendition of the mentality in spoken word, excuse the French and save the applause.  I could sit here and go on and on about this topic, which I feel drives the school socially, but you should get the point by now...

I am not bad mouthing my number one choice in college education, or the first school to give me the offer that I could not refuse (Thanks to Doc), nor am I blaming others for what could be my own ignorance. I am simply promoting my opinion on some of the things that bother me in this environment.  People change, opinions change, at the end it is all a life experience.  I might feel that there are fifty different schools that I might have been happier at, or maybe that I should of stayed closer to home. No matter what, I will not be living in Hampton, Virginia my entire life.  I am down here to get a degree, a few close friends and a chance to enlarge my network. I am gone after that.  I am blessed, there is no thought in my mind that says otherwise.

On another note, Hampton has already provided me with opportunities that I did not expect...  I am now starting to take this photography thing a little more seriously... You heard the negatives, hear are some of the positives...





 It's a beautiful thing when you finally have a product based on you and your homies creativity and ideas. I cannot wait until November.
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Long live the prince.

Will is my pops. 



Me and my hermano Trevor hit the NYC streets for a day of shopping before he headed back to Silver Springs, MD.  I must say, we ran into some nice deals in some very popular stores... or boutiques rather.  Without planning our route of attack, we covered a lot of ground (no pavement) and gave thumbs up all around the South of Houston area.  "Had to say it was a good day."

Trevor was scared to to put this one up.
Keychain or racoon?
almost symmetrical?
I, Robot
I love buildings/apartments etc., NY has some nice ones.  Even if they're abandoned.
Ended the night the right way when we got back to Philly.

thumbs up people, GREEEEEEEEEEEEEENE.
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