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The Definition.

04.02.09 brran1 3 comments

I was talking to the homie Mikey McFly on Twitter, and we had a pretty solid albeit brief convo about how people are reflections of  and defined by their environments. 

I can think back to several occasions when I’ve shocked people by telling them where I from. I actually had to show my Driver’s License to one person who didn’t believe what I was telling them. Why is it that some people give rough neighborhoods and their inhabitants negative connotations? Read more…

One Year in the Game…

12.13.08 brran1 5 comments

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For those of you that don’t know, today (12.13.08) marks my One Year Anniversary for Blogging.

I started The Black Lounge as a project to combat boredom over last year’s Winter Break.  And in the subsequent time, this blog and it’s previous incarnation (theblacklounge.blogspot.com) has turned into something that is bigger than I thought it would be.

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October 13, 2003

10.13.08 brran1 5 comments

Here on The Black Lounge, if you go into my archives, you’ll see that the majority of my posts under the category ‘Family’ are centered on my maternal family. That’s because of the fact that I was only exposed to that one side of my family from birth until the age of twelve or so.

I’ve mentioned my paternal family (under the subcategory ‘The Haitians’) a few times, but I’ve never gone into great detail about them or even so much as ranted about them because I’ve never had much to say about them.

Before I get into that though, allow me to explain the importance of the title of this post.
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In Comparison…

06.18.08 brran1 6 comments

Why is it that I compare myself to other people? 

I’m sure most people do this subconsciously, but I’ve noticed that I used to do this fairly often. I’m not saying I do a full size up, but I’ll find myself with a thought that pops into my head like “Damn, why can’t I be that fly?” Or, “Damn, why can’t I have the baddest chick on my arm?” I’ll see a person and think “I like that shirt. I wonder where dude got it from?” and then it morphs into my having thoughts like “Well, even if you did find that shirt, they wouldn’t make it in your size…” I’ve come to realize that I am my worst critic. I critique and over analyze every single move that I make because I wonder and worry about what people will think about me.  Sucks doesn’t it? Read more…

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Another Revelation of Sorts.

06.13.08 brran1 2 comments

This past week at work, I’ve been working on a highway alignment. For all of my non Civil Engineering people, lemme break that down for you. A Horizontal Highway Alignment is the design of a road or highway from an overhead view. It allows the Design Engineer to place the most cost efficient and economically feasible option for a roadway through a given area. In most cases, it make take up to 2-3 weeks just to get all of the preliminary sketches done which have to adhere to Federal AND State guidelines as far as road and curve length, shoulder width, usage of Superelevation and tie-ins go. Read more…

Rant: My Sister & Her Damn Kids Are Taking Over My House!

03.01.08 brran1 4 comments

Disclaimer: brran1 has gone on a mental vacation and Haitian Agent Zero is here. You might find this post to not be like the other posts that brran1 has written. So please, if you don’t like reading rants, dont read this one because it will leave you with a sour taste in your mouth and a WTF look on your face. You’ve been forewarned…

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Categories: Personal, Rant

One of The Most Disturbing Dreams Ever

Last night  (I couldn’t even get an answer…lol) I ended up in bed around 12:45-12:50 am which is actually rather early for me considering I have to be at work at 7. I went to sleep alot faster than usual and the dream commenced.

It was one evening (don’t know what day of the week it was) and I was home with Ma Dukes, Nephew D and Neice J. I was on the computer browsing some random site, Ma Dukes was cooking (so that means it was most likely a sunday), Nephew D was playing with his action figures, and Neice J was watching TV. A few seconds later there’s a pretty loud bang on the front door. After I open it, some guys are standing on the porch asking for my sister. I tell them she’s not here and they show their guns.

My mother says let them in and they start searching the house. A guy named Herc walks in with two pair of scissors in his hands and tells me and my mother that my sister ows him money and he has come to collect it. We tell him that she hasn’t been here in awhile and to check down at her friend Leon’s house. They apologize for barging in, and then they leave. I go in the kitchen and grab a fork and raid the pot of noodles thats on the stove. I run upstairs really quick to chew in private.

As I go to my mom’s room and I look out the front window, I see the guys still standing outside but this time, loading a missle into a missle launcher. I back up and try to talk but my mouth is full of noodles. As I spit the noodles out onto the floor, I run downstairs and yell c’mon (insert nephew D’s full name here). My mother yells whats wrong. I tell her and Neice J that the dudes are still outside and that they were loading a missle launcher. She looks at me, cuts the burners off and we head for the basement. As soon as we get to the bottom of the steps we hear a set of loud rumbles. Nephew D asked what that was and I said an explosion. Don’t talk  just walk. As we get to the door which is in the back of the basement to get to the yard. I unlock all 4 locks on the door, and as soon as I open it, the storm door at the top of the stairs opens and lets light in. I quickly close the door and then I woke up. I looked at the clock and it said 1:40am

Reasons why this dream was weird:

1. I know for a fact that dreams only occur in REM sleep. And I’m pretty certain that you can’t fall into REM sleep within the first hour of being asleep.

2. This is not the first dream i’ve had within the past few months that dealt with death.

3. My great-grandmother (ma dukes’ grandmother) always used to call my mother and ask her if she/everything was ok BEFORE things would happen. Maybe its premonitions or maybe its the gift of foresight.

Categories: Anxiety, Personal