My Travel, NYC's MTA

Sitting on the F train, its 4:18pm. Lets see what time I get there,
125th Street Harlem. Doors just now closed.

Ok, Twitter. I follow people, cause I like to see what they tweet.
(#np..A-Trak, 'And My Sneakers).But lately, ppl have become
boring.Thisonebeautiful young lady, California, parties, hangs out,
smokes weed. Hey wouldnt she's young. Her parents,her father gives her
every and anything she wants, pays the rent and buys her food. He's in
New York City though. The life she lives on the West Coast
must...thatlife style might becoming to an end. She twittered that she
needs to find a job. So, I asked her what she knows how to do besides
eating, partying and hanging out. She @ me, Fuck you, I'm talented.
Yeah okay, sure you are. Instead she should have said what she knows how
to do, can any one help me fine employment in that field. I was at first
a little upset about her reaction to me, but then I said, fuck it,
that's how she feels. I could have @ her and explained myself,but why
bother. Next stop Kew Gardens transfer to the E train.

So far no signs with service disruptions. I'm going to Harlem to pic
this young lady up to spend some time with me. I know she wants to get
out of the house for a couple of hours, and out of Harlem. Harlem to me
is depressing as all fuck. Not all, but some of the people don't want to
do shit, but just exist, take up room and air. When they see a new face,
some one from not from the neighborhood, the ladies prance and sprout
their feathers. The guys throw their chest out. All I can say to myself,
'Its not where ya from, its where you're at'. True story. This is some
bullshit.

No R train service at Queens Plaza. Fuckin' MTA, they suck donkey penis.
On the E train, sat next to this cute woman. Struck up a convo with her.
Everything was okay until she pulled a small ass dog out of what I
thought was her pocketbook. At first I thought is was a toy dog doll,
nope. Bigger than Stuggart, a real ass fucking' dog. Who tha fuck
carries a dog around with them on the damn train? People who are trying
to impress others, that's who. She could've kept it at home. Stopped our
convo put my headphones on, and blanked her out for the next 12 minutes.
FUCK !!

So I have to wait for another E train, guess take it to 59th street,
then transfer to the 5. But here at Queens Plaza, its Baby Momma City. I
still think its a shame for you to have kids, pushing them or them
walking around, when you yourself can't evn conversate like a young
adult with a child. That shit isn't cute what you're doing, and any way.
I could be fucking' you're mother, you might be my child. Just kidding I
don't have children.

E train came, took it 2 stops to 53rd street. 6 Train local just pulled
into the station as I walked up. No seats, fuck,gotta stand. Train is
now at 116th Street and the people in this car of this train, its sad.
No life, zombies if they are for real,are alive in this car. No colors,
just grey & black. Who am I to judge, I have on black and blue, but I
just came from work. At 125th street, c ya.
--michaelchappell

Sometimes..I wonder why....

First off, I don't understand some things at some times. So, what I dot
understand, I question.I can't help that the answers a person or persons
gives me causes me to answer more and more questions. This happens when
it comes to religion.

Yesterday at work I was telling one of the guys in the meat department
what I heard on the radio. That the end of times is near. Earthquakes, 3
wars, nuclear reactors melting down and floods. What's left is that
aliens invade the earth. Then I receive a text that another earthquake,
registering 7.0 happened somewhere in the world. We both laughed. A
customer, who was shopping pulled out a religious tract, she is a
Jehovah Witness, so her and I got into a conversation. I told er to come
over to the deli department cause I have to go back, which she did. We
talked some more.

Somewhere along the way she said she wanted to talk to me more about
what I had questions on. And if I wasn't doing anything after work she
could meet me, I said ok. She then said well you can just come to my
house, she lived very close by. I went over after work to her house. The
convo went to marriage and divorce, she wasn't married or divorce, no
children either. She asked me too about a wife, girlfriend kids, I said
no to all. Then things got personal. So, I just came out and asked her
did she want to have sex. I was expecting to be told I could leave now.
All the while I was thinking, you know where I work at, you entered a
conversation I was having, you came and talked to me and then invited me
to your home, questioned me about my personal life.... she's
attractive.

She tells me she doesn't do things or have done anything like this
before, but.... afterwards, she empty her heart to me. I was surprised
to hear just what she had to say. She's lonely, very lonely. She has her
religion I tell her, but she says she wanted more than that. I know how
she feels.

Why is it when it comes to religion, that people don't be themselves?
How come people who attend church, but not all, act like they are better
than the ones who don't? Like they have an inside word with God. To me,
I think God wants us to be ourselves, but for that one day, keep it
Holy. See, I think its like this, and I'm gonna use myself as an
example. Say when I was young, my parents 'made' me go to church. So
when I got to the legal age of being on my own, I stopped going, but as
I got older, 20 years later, I return to the church, start attending.
But I know just what the world is like out there without God in my
life, and that what I over looked for 30 years. So I went back to the
church. I know the difference between righthand wrong, what I have been
missing and what the world is really like. Try to incorporate what I
know from the past and what I'm learning from now being in the church, I
try to be righteous cause I know what I've been doing wrong before. To
me, I think that I had and have worked out a balance, but some people
never find that balance.

Now this woman, I think she has finally found her balance. I think that
although she has found God, there was something else missing in her
life. I'm not all that holy, I'm far from that. But I true, honest to
myself first then others. I'm gonna be me no matter or who I'm in front
of. I think I'm being what God wants me to be...myself. Last night,
before I went to bed, she text me good night, she wrote this...

Good nite Lover.
--michaelchappell

When Will They Learn?

I have 2 younger sisters in their 40's. They both have children. I
remember telling them, that the hard time they give our mother, about
following rules about dating and staying out late, under her roof, when
they have kids, its all gonna come back at you. One of my sisters, she
has a boy, only child, never gave her a problem whatsoever. The other
sister, 2 boys, no problem. The girl, the oldest of the 3...BIG
problems. Its beyond problems, its issues.

She's 20 now, and made a full circle, she's back at home with her
mother. After losing a job where her aunt, my sister got her in with a
major banking firm, she blew that cause she thought she was grown. Moved
in with her bf, cause she loves him. Good job, but him living in a very
dangerous part of Manhattan, those 2 don't mix. Tried to tell her
myself, but she didn't listen now, no job, but going to school.. For
what? There aren't any jobs out here for the next 3 to 5 years the way I
see it. But y sister got what she wanted, her daughter at home. Oh, she
has straighten up quite a bit too. Which brings me to this.

I made a female coworker cry yesterday when she came to pick her check
up. I didn't mean to, but what I said was from the heart. Also, her
mother came to my counter as a customer, and she opened up her heart to
me. So I had to speak, say something to my coworker, her daughter.

She just turned 18 last month, got a 34 year old boyfriend that has a
child. her bf lives at home with hsi mother. He's a good father to his
child, sees him 2 to 3 times a week, but... a just turned 18 year old
for a gf, and you're 34 years old? I don't know if he is working, but
that's besides the point. The gir, my coworker has told people that her
mother abuses her. Its not called abuse sweetheart, its called love, I
told her this. Her mother made the mistakes, that you're about to make
and she trying to steer you clear from them but you see it as abuse.

Her mother owns her house. I told her, she wants to leave that house to
you. Her days on earth are numbered, no bad health, but hey, we all die
at some time or another. You have a home to always come home to. So what
you have a curfew. Keep your ass at home, or be at home at a certain
time and maybe you won't get pregnant and not be able to live your
dreams. Where's your father? Oh, upstate, NY, find him. That's when the
tears started to flow. I think she misses that father fiqure in her
life.

Everyone at work thought I said something bad to her, and started to get
in my shit, but she told them to mind their business, I'm talking to
her. See, we all spend a lot of time at work with our coworkers that
they become like family. But then, its mostly females, y'all can't seem
to bond so well and you both work side by side. Its a shame for a
coworker to be hurting on the inside and is afraid to tell another
coworker less than 2 feet away that she is hurting. That bullshit, gucci
shit, 'good morning, how are you', giving that automated response, 'I'm
ok', isn't gonna cut with me.

So, I received a text late last night from her. Thanking me for being
her father, telling her what she needs to hear, not what she wants to
hear. She also is back at home, and her mother wants to talk with me
today. Oh shit !!
--michaelchappell

Right Off The Top of My Head

Just some things that get me a little annoyed. Not pissed off or
anything, just wanna make me throw my hands up in the air and walk away.
Some of them I might have ranted about before..so what, who cares.

Okay, I'm searching for a tru love, just like the song says. Not some
one to 'help' grow old with, just to spend the rest of my life together
with. Now, I know I'm not a George Clooney type, but I do have good
qualities about me. One is, that I get up and GO to work almost every
single day. Also, I can't help but to say what's on my mind, I don't
bite my tongue. I'm not gonna talk all that Gucci shit you wanna hear,
nope I won't. Not supporting you either, not paying your bills too. Why
you may ask? What is it that you 'THINK' you're giving me, that I can or
can't get from anywhere else? See, its like this....

Maybe 'he' is gonna play games with you, and you're gonna play the same
games back. Hell I would if...oh hell no I won't. I have no time or
games, its just that I lose intrest VERY quickly. In the past, I would
try for you to get to like me, then it hit me. I could care less if you
like me. See, I show you that I'm intrested in you by approaching you
and shit, right. You show the same intrest, until... you start behaving
like an animal. Talking about you're hungry, and we just met. I guess
that all men, no some men, I stand correct... you think I'm your meal
ticket.

Some women say they know what they want and men say this shit too. Half
the time I don't know what the fuck I want, so how do you. That varies
from person to person, day to day. Shit changes, just like the time,
every day, every minute, every second. Take for example. I purchased
something for $800, had it for a year or so. Something came up in a
phone call that needed my attention within like 30 minutes, but I was 2
hours away. Didn't have the funds right on me, an hour away, but had the
800 dollar item. Sold it right on the spot for 150, went and handle my
business, made 1K. Next day, saw the guy for my $800 item offered him
$300 if he went and got it right this second. He took off and came back
with it. I paid him $300. I'm happy, he's happy. But the people in the
background said all this bullshit about what I did. Hey I had to do what
I had to do to get what I wanted. I said all of that cause shit happens,
and changes things on a daily basis.

--michaelchappell

Its Not a Color Thing, Its About WHAT You Know.

My mother has always told me that if you're gonna do anything else in
your lifetime, spend it reading. No one will ever judge you by you
reading or what you're reading. This is true.

Reading, gathering information is the key to life, that, and other
things too. To NOT to know can be dangerous. Remember when you were a
kid, and were teased about trying to be a know it all? My mother wanted
her kids to be labeled that. When I was a kid, I enjoyed reading. I
didn't care what it was, any and everything that I could get my hands
on, I wanted to read. Playboy magazine. Most people read, not look at
this mag just for the pictures of naked women. Me, I read the articles.

Yesterday at work, the store manager came to my department and said that
in my department we have to take a half an hour lunch break now. Its
only me and the deli manager that work form 7am, 8am, to 5pm 4pm during
the day time. I listen to what he said, and then gave him a half an hour
to think it over, think about what he just told me. I went back to him
and told him, Im a parttimer, 7 hours a day, why all of a sudden, after
3 years with this company, now, the deli department HAS to take lunch.
He told me its the labor law. I say, so you and the owners have been
breaking the law for 3 years? Ok.2 hours later, he tells me this. Its
not a half an hour, its 20 minutes and its a paid 20 minute break. But,
you have to clock out, then back in after the 20 minutes. I said if its
a paid 20 minutes, why the clocking in and out. He says, that if you go
over 20 minutes, you get charged.at the end of the week, he will adjust
the time so that the 20 minutes we get paid for. I waited again, then
approached him.

I told him what kind of BS is he trying to pull. You already messed up
my time card 3 times in the past. This madness you talking about creates
more work for you, which will cause you to mess up my time card again.
If you do, I'm going to the Union. Later he tells me the owner wants to
speak with me, and we do. I listen to what he said, which was some more
BS, then I said my say. I tell him, that after 3 years, now its against
the labor laws. Twenty minutes later, he tells me not to worry, just
keep doing what you have been doing. He'll, I wasn't worried about
anything.

Information is the key to everything nowadays. If you know something
before the other guy, you stand to make thousands, maybe millions. For
us everyday people, read everything that you are told to sign. Business
owners make millions cause consumers feel that they can't be bother
reading all that mumbo jumbo. Ya better read !!

--michaelchappell

Remember, Where You Lay Your Head, Cause....

...you might wake up in a place you might not want to be. I say this
because, I remember in my younger days... lets just say I woke up in
some strange places one comes to mind....
--michaelchappell

Balance

Finding balance, what makes you even, what makes thing easier for you, .right? Well, to me it starts with me. In order for everything, and I do mean everything that concerns me and my daily living, in order for it to work and balance out, I have to take care of myself. Getting my proper nights sleep, eating foods that are healthy for me, and having a fresh state of mind.

I don't  let people try to force me to do something I don't want to do, but I will almost do anything. Work, a job plays a major part. I focus on getting the proper amount of sleep no matter what in order to be able to do what I'm being 'PAID' for to do at my job. Knowing that I have a paycheck coming in week to week also helps me keep things balance.

My friends, they know I'm all about doing my job, working. They stay in touch by texting and emailing me. Early in the morning I wake up at 4am. First thing I do is check for messages in ALL forms, text email.... I answer them, set movies for download for the day, then I'm in the shower. Out of the shower some one may have emailed me back, so I answer with, 'call me at my job', I give them the number. Now its up to them to contact me. I'm out of the house by 5:15am, my day has started.

From here on, its gets easier and easier,everything is on auto. I do the same thing 6 days a week, but I switch it up every other day. My personal business is built around the hours and days I work, I fit it what I need to before and after work.

As for a relationship(s), I'm open to any, if it falls within my guidelines. I know what I want, the type of person I want to be with and will sometimes settle for...well you know. But I keep it in mind that what I want and what I'm settling for are two different things. I'm not getting into a relationship that's gonna cause me to stress my self out, not any more.

In closing, I find balance every waking day. I now what I need to do and I know what I want to do, I make it happen.
--michaelchappell

Some of You People, Should've Listened to Your Parents...For Real

From the age of 8 years old to 16, I thought I knew just what I knew.
Turns out I didn't know shit, my parents knew it all. But, I wanted to
know it all, and I didn't think my parents were the ones to teach me. So
I did what any young HS student would do...I joined the Army.

I dropped out of High School, age 16, Delayed Entry Program Army, one
month later after my 17th Birthday, I was a soldier. In the Army I
learned, again, what my parents were trying to teach me but on a more
extremed level. But when all my gaining of knowledge, I learned one
important thing. Well 2, one, always believe in yourself. 2, be open, be
willing to always learn. You could also throw in listen what people tell
you from past experiences.

An old timer told me something one time. I was stationed at Ft. Jackson
SC, and I was about to end my term in the service. He told me that not
to judge people so closely. That we, as people, do things sometimes for
no reason at all other than just to gain the experience. That's why when
some one ask me why I did what I've did, I say, for the experience.

But listening is the most and best thing to do. Our youth of today
'think' they know everything. Most still live at home and don't
know.shit. They think they know. Take for an example the 'pretty female'
true story.

You can't tell her shit, she knows it all. So use to having any and
everything just handed to her, that she doesn't have to learn to do or
be without. The only thing her parents are good for is that they still
provide a roof over her head. Her cell, clothes and everything else is
paid for by those who want to know...get in her pants. But shit has it
the fan.

--michaelchappell