Man, under-destruction?

  I was such a timid child with a huge afro. Ask mom and she'll regale you with stories of my sudden water-works, never-ending tears and the occasional screams, all of which I will deny should I ever meet any of you in person. Oddly enough, I developed a morbid fascination for thriller and horror movies around the age of 12 and I've learned to appreciate and even anticipate them ever since. Hell, I'm still waiting on a film that will scare me, though I will not go so far as to say I'm impervious to fear, because, let's face it, I'ma always be that timid little boy with the nappy afro. But, I'm digressing, as usual.  I remember one afternoon in late '91, I was coming home from school, to find that mom wasn't home. Knowing that mom was fully aware of what time we got out and what time we got home, I was naturally concerned, despite the presence of my "uncle" (who, by Eritrean standards, could have been anyone from a direct relative to someon

 I've been known to do a stupid thing every now and then. But what most don't know about me is that I usually don't need a reason to do them. I call these my "Bart Simpson moments". Example, after being left stranded at my work place late one night "back in the day" (I'll save you any curiosity & just say it was back in my native land), I was forced to spend the night at the office, since it was a solid 15 mile trip home. While roaming the inner courtyard of my work place, I came upon a large sign that was used to "point" visitors in the direction of the offices or departments that they wished to visit. Now, these offices/departments were labeled according to their specific function. Now, seeing as how I had a magic marker, an above-average proficiency in the English language & no qualms about vandalism, I proceeded to "alter" certain aspects of the sign. While I won't dive into the details of my alterations, I will ad

 If there had been a better choice for Sherlock Holmes than Robert Down Jr., I'd love to know who it is!!??!!??!!??!!?? Jesus, I sound like a complete fan boy.  Anyways, I honestly believe Hollywood couldn't have picked a better actor to play Sherlock Holmes than Robert Downey Jr. Sure his critical accolades might not be so numerable  There may have been a time where he was known more for his drug-related run-ins with the law ( which could have seriously have destroyed his career, as it has to so many before him, as it will to so many after him). Sure, he may not be in his prime anymore, nor is he the best looking dude on the planet (as opposed to his co-star, Jude Law, who has been viewed as one of the sexiest men alive (another supporting point that I'll never understand women)), but there's a quality that he possesses. If I were to take a wild stab in the dark, I guess its an ability to lose yourself in the role. And lost he was. Considering the parameters in which

 Has anybody ever seen a movie where a black person would be threatened with having "the black smacked outta them"?? It made sound slightly racist, but the idea is quite humorous. And it's impossible....isn't it? The answer, my good people, is no, it is not, for I am living proof of that. Hahahaha.  Seriously tough, I've had a mild case of Vittiligo, which has plagued me for a good, long while now. It's quite interesting, especially since some folks have attested that it gives me "character". As flattered as I am by that, I would've preferred something a little less conspicuous, like a faux-hawk or lip-piercings that would've made me look like a retarded duck, but as per usual, I'm digressing. An interesting effect of this has been the constant comparisons that have been made with me and Michael Jackson (R.I.P.), which has "colored me flattered" (excuse the pun). Sure, I love to sing, dance and can be a great big kid sometimes,