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I have no idea what I'm doing here.

I got upset earlier; we were expecting a package to be delivered from UPS today. Apparently the package came, and the concierge did not accept it, because the package over 50lbs. Neither did he try to reach us to let us know that our package came, instead he just said he can’t accept it. I could understand there is a policy in place for that, but at least try to reach us before you have our package sent back.
Made me feel like I’m back in the BVI here for a minute.

I should have walked with my camera.

I should have walked with my camera.

Yesterday, we catch the bus over to Edgewater, hoping to grab a few items we needed for our apartment. When we got on, there was standing room only. A gentle at the front of the bus got up to give Jazz his seat, before Jazz could move, another man is already sitting down.

#dontmakethemallthesameanymore

We pulled into the port authority bus terminal on our way to church this morning. You know at this stop everyone gets off. Jazz and I are going out through the back of the bus, and there is a gentle still asleep in his seat, everyone is getting off, and no one even attempts to wake him.
Maybe I haven’t been in the states long enough, but I just could not get off that bus without attempting to wake him.

Loving the view.

Loving the view.

After weeks and months of searching, we finally found an apartment in West New York, NJ. Thank you Lord!
Now to get acquainted with all the methods of transportation.

Taking in an afternoon concert.

Taking in an afternoon concert.

I’m about to rant for a minute.
I’m standing in line waiting to order something to eat this afternoon, and a young man is in the line with a hair bush constantly bushing his facial hair.

Here is something I don’t get, why is it that our young boy/men, would leave home with a hair brush in the hand/pocket, and would stand up in public brushing their hair, sideburns, beard?

If for some unknown reason, which I can’t grasp, why your hair needs constant attention, please find yourself a restroom and go and attend to yourself. You don’t need to share whatever bacteria, lice, and other bugs you have in your hair with the public.

Seem to me that we have lost all form of etiquette.

When it comes to hair growth on my chest, I’m like a boy who has not entered puberty. So it was a little astonishing lately when I found two strand, or was it three? Growing on my chest. Well obviously I plucked them out; let’s hope they never show up again.
I do like my barren chest thank you.

You do notice the difference.

You do notice the difference.

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