My Addiction!!

I am here tonight admitting that i am an addict. I'm not addicted to alcohol or drugs, but something worse, something that doesn't have a meeting that I can go to every week or a sponsor I can call whenever I feel the urge to splurge. HI MY NAME IS DaVon Binford AND I'M ADDICTED TO FRESH KICKS AND FITTED CAPS!. My addiction to kicks goes back as far as I can remember. Every other week which was my father's payday he would buy me one or two pairs of fresh kicks. That cycle created this sneaker-head monster that is now 22 years old and licks the bottom of every new pair of shoes he gets because he knows that they will never be that fresh ever again. Fresh kicks are so beautiful from the smell to the way the feel on my foot. Certain brands have certain smells that trigger different emotions and memories. Although I feel the Jordan brand has lost its swag and the only shoes I find attractive are the retros, whenever I purchase a pair of white and red Jordans they smell like cherries. that smell takes me back to before Jordans even were retros. It was a saturday of course and the white and red 12's had just hit the stores and i had my pair. When I got home I opened the box and this beautiful aroma hit my nose like a cool breeze on a summer's day.

"HEY! MY JORDANS SMELL LIKE CHERRIES."

And from that day on I fell in love with the smell of fresh kick.

My obsession with fitted caps began when I was like in the 7th grade. my first fitted cap that I got was a light blue university of North Carolina hat, but I let that hat go to hell. My first fitted hat that I got and actually kept fresh was a Los Angeles Clippers hat only because red, blue, and white was very popular back then. I went through a lot of different stages with hats. First it was just any hat that I thought looked fresh, then it was only Anaheim Angels hats because that's my favorite team, And now I want to collect every team in major league baseball.

I'm like pookie when it comes to kicks and caps they just be calling me!!

My Boy!!!

This is my boy Hova. Most people think it's Hova like Jehovah, but it's not. He is named after Jay-z my favorite rapper who has called himself young HOVA. This is the coolest dog I know and I would do anything for him I would step in front of a car for him.

DaVon's Ditcionary!

Scum Bum \ adj : Men that lie, cheat, beat, abuse, or break down a woman so bad until their self-esteem is at an all time low.

synonym- scummer, scummy, do-dirty nigga

Close To The Chest!!

Now about two weeks ago I was leaving the movies with a friend and I see this women walking down the street crying hysterically her skirt was pulled up and she didn't have any shoes on. I'm thinking that she had just got raped by a bum like a real bum not a scum bum but I will get to the scum bums later. So my friend asks her what happen she said her boyfriend beat her up and poured water all over her. I asked her if she called the cops she said yes but her boyfriend took her car and left. So I give her a ride to her aunt's house and while she is in the backseat she is still crying and I'm pissed because if there is one thing any man can do that will have me lose all respect for him is to beat a girl. So we talking to her trying to comfort her and I asked a question that i shouldn't have "SO IS THIS THE FIRST TIME THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND HAS DONE THIS?" and she replies "NO!" So now my anger goes from her boyfriend to her because he has done this before and when you get back with a guy who is hitting you or in her case beating your ass it's your fault you should have left him the first time. I don't know why women don't get it if he hit you once you better believe he is going to hit you again.

Don't get me wrong I believe that a man shouldn't hit a girl no matter what I mean you are a fucking man you're suppose to love your woman treat her with respect treat her like a queen not a punching bag. This is something I grew up around and vowed to myself that I would never ever do that to a woman. I recently had a conversation and the other gentlemen in the conversation is a woman-beater and he told me well I didn't know what was really going on and that she was going to try to kill him. So I say well damn did she have a gun because I don't know what kind of man you are but I know how strong I am and no woman is gonna kill me unless she has a gun. I asked him if she had a gun he said no and I said so just cause she said she was going to kill you that gave you the right to hit her. After I made that statement there was nothing but silence. It's safe to say I won that argument.

So to my men out there lets stop beating these women and start loving these women. We suppose to fight for our women not beat our women. I also want to propose that we stop calling them wife-beaters and start calling them wife-lovers.

What The Fuck Vol. 1

So recently I was at my little cousins 16Th birthday party and I ran into one of my cousins that I haven't talked to in a while so we was chopping it up and we ended up exchanging aims. I hop on aim and his away message was

"WHAT DO YOU CALL A NIGGA WITH A 401K PLAN YOU CALL HIM A SQUARE.... AND WHAT DO YOU CALL A NIGGA WITH A HUSTLE YOU CALL HIM A GENIUS.."

After reading that I couldn't do anything but shake my head and say WHAT THE FUCK!! Is this what we are teaching are youth that it's better to hustle than to go to school get your education get a great job with benefits and a 401k plan so your future can be secure? If so the future is in trouble especially are young black children. Now maybe my cousin just has to grow up a little bit before he can see the bigger picture, but I don't know if that's possible because I have friends my age that still think that same bullshit. Now as for me I saw the bigger picture a long time ago and that picture was very clear I work hard to get "ON".

"WHAT DO I CALL A NIGGA WITH A 401K PLAN? I CALL HIM "ON" WHAT DO I CALL A NIGGA WITH A HUSTLE? I CALL HIM JAIL-BAIT!!"

Heartless!

My heart died on March 27, 2005

So when it seems like I don't give a fuck about nothing but getting "ON" it's because I don't give a fuck about nothing but getting "ON"

R.I.P. Granny

Don't Worry I'll Be "ON" Soon!!

Musical Genius

Ever since Mr. West came in the game I've been a fan. Through all the criticism and ridicule I felt like people lost track of what's most important the fucking music. Now from walking with Jesus to heartbreak it has been a long run. Now Kanye is shitting on other niggas tracks. He had the best verse on the lollipop remix, he obviously out shined Rick Ross and Weezy in maybach music 2 and I can go on and on but I don't have time for all that. I realized Kanye was a fucking genius when he drop his latest Lp 808's & Heartbreak. That shit was so raw because it was like we were going through the same things and it made it the perfect time to get heartbroken as crazy as that sounds. Now I tell my niggas to bang that 808's but they look at me like I'm stupid so instead of beating them over the head I just say listen to it when you're heartbroken and then you'll understand the pure brilliance of that album. From the tight ass leisure suits to the shag mullet I understand heartbreak can make you do some crazy shit. Kanye let his heart out on 12 tracks to give niggas like me a soundtrack to my own personal heartbreak. Mr. West has to be the BEST

If you haven't heard it then you slacking just go cop it and let the greatness penetrate your eardrums.

Fear The Beard

Done Up Right By My Nigga Dedan
Big Ups To My Barber/Nigga Charles For Always Keeping The Beard Game On Point!!

The Dream Killer!

Now for those of you that don't know I have sickle cell anemia. Now I don't have the full blown disease just a trait. I go through the same things as people that have the full blown disease. Number 1 is a picture of regular healthy red blood cells, and number 2 is a picture of sickle shaped red blood cells. Now because of the shape of my blood cells they tend to get stopped up usually in my joints and the pain is so excruciating that even as a 22 year old man it brings tears to my eyes and screams of frustration and anguish. When I was younger, The pain would usually be in my legs and arms, but now I get it in my hips, chest, tail bone, legs, arms, and worst of all my back. My lil' homie Dedan asked why don't I just get a blood transfusion. well the problem with that is that my body produces these sickle shaped cells, and I'm pretty sure that the alcohol I use to drown my personal pain away doesn't help either. The reason I call it the dream killer is because when I was in pre-school my class put on a play and at the end we said our names and what we wanted to be when we grew up. "Hi, I'm DaVon Binford and I want to be a professional football player when I grow up." So when I was finally old enough to play football my mom and I went to the doctor and they said that if i played football that I would need a hip replacement by the time I was 21 years old. I still play sports but I can't play like a full season of any sport without my sickle cell fucking up. I love sports and I would have been a great professional athlete, but because of this fucking disease I had to get other dreams. Kanye said " Now Do I Let These Dream Killers Kill My Self Esteem, Or Use My Arrogance As The Steam To Power My Dream". Well my arrogance can't cure sickle cell matter of fact there is no cure for it. It's only things you can do to help until the pain passes. Morphine puts me to sleep and really drowns out the pain, but I wonder how long will it take until my body gets use to it and it doesn't help at all. Well what I'm really trying to say is...

MUTHAFUCK SICKLE CELL!!!

Skate Or Die!!!

Now I'm not the best skater on the streets, but this is something i really love to do. I know it's little kids out there that can whoop my ass on a board. I know about a handfull of tricks, but my swag with those hand full of tricks goes unmatched. I prolly will skate for as long as my body allows me too, and when I'm making serious loot i plan on getting a skatepark built in my backyard!!

Skate or Die fuck it i'm going to SKATE till i DIE!!

Man In The Mirror

Man! Everyday I wake up, go to the bathroom, drain the main vain, and then I look myself in the mirror and I say to myself "What The Fuck". In certain aspects of my life I have been my own worse enemy. My mind is like a poison that has taken over my body, and I look for ways to escape it but I can't. Everything I try to block out my mind is just a temporary solution a minor distraction. My mind is very strong and it might take its crosshairs off me for a short period of time, but when it's just me and him he always wins. My thoughts hold me back, things I try to move pass or get over I just can't because my mind puts these images in my head that cause me to get this sick feeling in my stomach and my heart skips a beat. Things would be a lot easier if I could block my thoughts and send them them to the deepest darkest place in the ocean where even megatron couldn't escape!