Back from DC

Just got back from what was a profound weekend in DC. Not feeling up to documenting what went down, yet, but will do so soon. Basically, I experienced epiphany after epiphany, cried twice, started tellin my niggas I love them and giving them hugs, ate well and drank better, we hosted the illest bbq...this might end up needing two or three novel blogs because I have, in actuality, probably a little too much to say. As I sit, right now, at my computer, it's hard to describe the way I feel. But I do feel a certain way. When I look back on the weekend, in a historical context, I think me and the crew will realize that it was a watershed. And thats saying something real important right there.

There is conspicuous irony in the fact that, Friday and Sunday, the Washington Post began running a series called "Being A Black Man". Ironic because, we talked about our lives as grown black men, so much. We're in that transitional stage where things are getting really real and we realized that, together. This Post series had me crying on the plane, sitting next to another black man, that felt what I was feeling after he read it.

I'm feeling a certain way right now, and its kinda frustrating. When I felt those plane wheels drop, signaling I had arrived back to Tampa Bay, I felt so bad it hurt me. No family, no real friends and the sobering confusion of contemplating this Post series and how it relates to me. Gimme a day to recover and clear my head and get ready for some knowledge.