Understanding Uncle Rasheed's Wisdom

To be funny is to be original, unpredictable, out of nowhere scale-able.

You don't need a voice tone like Katt Williams or Dave Chappelle's. But you do need to find that, people's need in the way you set up for a punchline's need.

In other words, you don't need shit.

Alright! here is an idea, people hate me, Fact. And they are literally not out of lane, they're doing nothing illegal, some of them probably don't even know me, Yes! they've probably saw or heard something about me cheating on them.

Is this supposed to be my problem?

Hell! NO. I'm alive & well, as I wake my ass up in the morning, the narrative is on.

Do blind people care about who's looking at them, judging them or even what kind of women's genitals they are interested in?

You see where I'm going with this? He's freaking blind, he'd go down on all kind of genitals & non-genital parts, as long as the opportunity presents itself.

Do I care about my image, what random people online & offline thinks of me? I guess I do, as long as the opportunity presents itself.

I remember back when I was 16 years old, my uncle Racheed, he used to live in Kansas city. He gave me advice on girls/women. He once said and I quote, if you wanna be the kind of person who's always got a girl friend, start slow, date the ugly, learn a thing or two & build your confidence up.

He also said, and pointed out to his neighbor, he said: you see that guy, he's in finance, he is loaded, you see that Corvette parked right there, that's his wife's.

And here is the funny part, the guy drives that Dodge Caravan to work, he bloody sold his soul to what he feels is a beautiful woman.

I was young & stupid, so I said: why can't he buy 2 corvettes?

My uncle was like, no matter how much you're making you can actually afford 2 Corvettes, but not two of them cars and the gold digger on top of that.

Word uncle. That actually makes sense, I guess!

And that's how he made me date a girl with a half burned face, she was cute, blonde too, my type I would say. But man from one side she looked like a good bargain from a garage sale.

Be that as it may, I've learned a lot from my uncle. It took me one date with Vanessa to understand that my uncle Rasheed is the actual idiot.

So I moved from Kansas city to Ryazan, Russia.

I can't be sold shit no matter the price.

My time, my emotions, even my spermatozoa are so valuable to me.

I'd rather learn a whole new foreign language rather than settle for any kind of thrift store items.

The rest is history.

Turns out, even Russian Chicks are picky, so since I was there already, I spoke the language, I had to settle for all the misfits, the widowed, the 20 years olds with daddy issues, all the half Gypsies-Russian looking girls.

I mean! I would love to brag, but I've had so much second hand pussy. I can't even recall a decent one.

At the end of the day, I’m at peace with how life has unfolded.

I wouldn’t rewrite a single decision, nor would I trade my uncle Rasheed’s wisdom or the profound mark it’s left on me all these years.

Life can be more than a job you hate