ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

this warrants 2 entries in one day-

my brother just called me.

the area code came up 317 & i shlda known what it was, but for whatever reason i drew a blank. so we chit chattin.

where u callin from? a cell phone?

'yuup.'

where is a area code 317? isn't that chicago?

'that shows how much u call me. it's indianapolis.'

he was offened that i don't call him that often. how sweet is that :o)

he'd called to tell me about some writing contest that the editor/founder/whatever of Ebony magazine is havin. 10 thousand dollar prize. as he was tellin me the details, i cld hear some girl in the background reading them off to him. he said he was gonna mail me the rest of the details.

he has so much faith in me and my skills and my interests and my potential, man. and remembering how he & i grew up--we weren't the closets brother & sister in the world.. he teased me a WHOLE lot & i disliked him a lot for it--it means so much. he had a blackplanet page for awhile and he gave me a lil shout out, talkin bout ima be an influential writer or activist one day.

he's proud of me.
that seriously means so much.

i told him i'd buy him a pair of socks if i won the money.

'nah, don't even buy me NOTHIN. u use that money for grad school.'

then we talked about graduate schools for awhile. he wants me to go to chicago since it'd be closer to him than philly or baltimore. he wants to come visit & be able to come to me if i need him.

how fuckin fantastic is he.

after that we talked about books. he just finished my book by mumia.. he said he's gonna send it back to me soon. i told him i'll send him ralph ellison's 'invisible man,' & i think i'll throw in some cd's too.

he's a really good man. i love him a lot & im glad i got em.

he made all theweight of all the shit i was feelin earlier today feel like a feather.
:o)

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