I don’t know if I told this story or not, but months ago in Tallahassee, FL, early in my tour, when I was staying with my sisters, I performed at my middle sister Dara’s college, FAMU. It was a fairly public performance, in front of thr student cafeteria, and there was a sizable crowd. At the end of my performance Dara handed me a $2 bill and told me someone in the audience gave it to her to give to me, “for good luck.”

I don’t believe in luck, but I was touched by the gesture, and the $2 bill did indeed travel with me in my wallet everywhere I went. Being.completely broke time and time again on the tour I was often tempted to spend it, but never did, and I had the bill in my wallet until about an hr ago.

As most of you might know, the North East has just been pummelled by Hurricane Sandy, crippling many arteries of the city, including transportation. I walked for miles today trying to get to the city, which somehow turned into a 3 mile detour to a Brooklyn church reportedly holding a blood-drive and desperately seeking donors. In the end, none of these excursions on foot (because if you hadn’t heard, my bikes been stolen) worked out, and by the end I was famished. Either I could score a small (hopefully free) meal somehow, or I’d have to turn back and walk back to my friend Jeremiah’s where I’m staying and eat something there, which I would probably do anyway.

As I was walking trying to get my bearings, and figure out how to eat, an old homeless man put out his hand asking for change. I have no money, so I walk on by.

By now I’m so hungry I’m grumpy and light headed, and I don’t feel like hoofing it back Bedstuy on an empty stomach. I remembered the $2 bill. I would forget about it sometimes because it wasn’t in the part of my wallet I normally kept my money in, that one’s been empty for a while. I kept it in another compartment in my wallet, where I felt it was more protected, and wouldn’t be accidentally spent. I figured, it’s Brooklyn, $2 will go a long way.

So I walked into a litte Mexican eatery I knew that sold real cheap, tasty, little empanadas and things and pulled out my wallet. Again, I don’t believe in luck, and was looking for an appropriate way to spend the $2 bill, now that my tour was over. As I pulled the bill out, eyeing the crispy, golden empanadas, the lady behind the counter approached to take my order. This didn’t feel right. I looked out the window.

“What can I get you?”

He was still standing there with his hand out, and most people, scurrying to reassemble their thoroughly weather-beaten day to day normalcy, were even less receptive to pan-handlers today.

“Nevermind,” I said to her. “Dammit,” I thought to myself approaching the homeless man.

Walking back toward Jeremiah’s, I had to admit, this was more appropriate. Besides, spending a $2 bill is weird anyway.

Fuck yea.

My mother often asks me when I’m going to get a job, if I don’t realize I have to work. I always ask her “So you don’t think what I’ve been doing for the last seven months is working?”
She never has an answer for me.

I like my welcome home parties with Karaoke

#KingsOfKaraoke

In retrospect, suspenders were such a good choice.

Let’s all tell stories about fear…

They can be true, first hand or second hand, but it’s got to be a story about someone being confronted by fear, and how they dealt with it.

… This might be a good game for the Speare Bearer’s audiences to play…