-Me, finally finding a souvenir with my name (that’s actually spelled correctly).
-Javan’s 1st time in Annapolis. He strolled through my job, we hit up a parade, ventured downtown, ate, drank, laughed, laughed more. A much needed visit.
-My Friend Eartha Kitt was an extremely opinionated, highly original, multifaceted actress/ singer/ dancer with a distinct beauty all her own. You name it, she’s done it, while keeping her composure too; truly exceptional women do it all.
-Real men wear colorful canvas kicks.
-One Hour Photo: a painfully isolated department store photo-technician fantasizes over his customer’s picture perfect lives. There’s a slow sinister vibe throughout the entire movie, but seeing Robin Williams in an unfunny light was nice.
-Me, and my big cousin Ashley, being all sappy & sentimental. Pictures can be very deceiving; she actually towers over me in real life (especially in heels).
-An Artist’s Portrait: definitely recreating this look sometime in the near future.
-Dear Old Friend, my individual growth doesn’t make me “brand new.”
I’m finally making a trip back home later this week, and I must admit, I’m beyond excited. Seeing some familiar faces this Summer should do me good! But smiles & reunions aside, I’m most looking forward to the inevitable confrontations; "Why haven’t you called? Where have you been? You seem so different. You’ve changed…" -These are the only a few of the questions lined up for me upon my arrival and I’m more than ready to answer each one.
I am NOT the same, let’s be very clear about that. My hair is longer, yes, my clothes are nicer, most definitely, but the real development has been internal; my attitude is better. I’ve spent the last year (in self-imposed isolation) doing the work & making the effort to realize my full potential and I hope the change is visible. I’m proud of the strides I’ve taken. I’m in love with myself & what I’ve been able to accomplish in such a short time… and yet, instead of acknowledging my improvements, you sit in your feelings wondering why I haven’t texted you? How petty. You are my friend, NOT MY PRIORITY. As you were waiting by the phone anxiously anticipating my call I was doing what I had to do to get where I need to be. The new and improved Isaac. 2.0 puts himself first, always. That apologetic little boy you once used is gone for good, so get comfortable with the me as I am now, or forget about me entirely.
I’m not expecting a congratulations or a red carpet greeting, I just want to embrace (and be embraced by) the special ones that made me who I am today. I’m coming home with nothing but good intentions. I’m genuinely thrilled to see my good friends and chat about our current lives… but let me warn y’all, anyone that disrupts my positive vibe will be gathered swiftly with no remorse. There will be no explanations as to why I haven’t 'hit you up.' I won’t justify my absence, nor will I make excuses for your lack of growth either. If anything, I’m entitled to inquire why you HAVEN’T changed at all, but since we don’t owe each other anything, I won’t ask. Consider this a general disclaimer to everyone in the 757 area code: the ‘brand-new’ Isaac looks better, feels better, and reads better, so come at me correctly if you know whats best for you.
-Your Friend, Isaac. (P.S. no you may not touch my hair).
Artist: Chaka Khan
Album: What Cha' Gonna Do for Me
-Let’s start the morning off right with the sweet sound of Chaka’s voice.