Man In the Mirror

“Who Am I? I Am We.”

Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen Yourself. I mean not just stare, wondering why one nostril is bigger than the other, or why your eyebrows don't match, or playing with that one stray nose hair. But actually look into yourself, for who you are.. It’s hard as fuck I know.

I did this the other day and it scared the shit out me. Well not really shit. per se, but more of a gaseous feeling, like when you eat one too many slices of Papa Johns meat lovers pizza with cheese crust. (Side note: stay away from the dairy black folk). Back to the matter at hand, I looked at myself and finally understood that the longer I am here on this Planet. The less  I know. That shit  cray

My mom always told me...

"Wisdom doesn't come with age, it comes with experience. Young fools will probably die old fools.”

So this blog is my attempt not to die an old fool. haha.

Chronicling my thoughts, experiences and blunders with the aim that next time I look in the mirror, I’ll see Me, my only enemy.

So.....Read, Share, Comment if you like. This Chronicle is not just MY OWN , but OUR journey. Because who am I? I am We. We all have questions. Some thought provoking, some about life, some just about things that perplex us.  Like...... how can Lil Wayne be a gangbanger and still wear skintight leather pants? Or why do girlfriends always come to the conclusion that the perfect opportunity to discuss major, important life problems and circumstances is when the game is on!? Or who would win in a fight?  The Cookie Monster or the Grouch? Or better yet, what would you do if your son was at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry, and............and....Damn I forgot the rest but, you get my point.

So come with me......this quiet, sarcastic, chocolate southern gentleman’s chronicle TO KNOW.

C.C Black

I am We