Man, under-destruction?

 Growing up in my household, fashion had always been a bit of a touchy subject between the kids and parents. Namely because our parents didn't understand our constant preference of jeans, t-shirts and sneakers as our daily "uniform". In retrospect, I can understand my parent's desire for us to dress appropriately for certain occasions (I still remember the battle royal that went down during the infamous "graduation fiasco"), but on the other hand, we were kids. Isn't it in our nature to rebel through any means, including through our fashion? That sociological question not withstanding, this is not a tirade on pre-teen fashion choices.  After arriving in my current residence, I took stock of several items that I had in my possession. One of them had been my father's coat. Before my departure, he gave it to me, claiming that it would help me "stay warm". Granted, I took him at his word, not knowing that the ensuing winter would be overwhelmi

 Hello one and all. As I write this, I can help but feel like I sound like some messiah who just came back to his flock. And while my ego would like for me to embrace such a position, common sense and good judgement would advise me otherwise.  But, nonetheless I'm back. Forgive the absence for I've been away attending to matters that extend outside the blog community. To whose reading this that couldn't care less, my apologies for wasting your time with such drivel. Nonetheless, I beg your indulgence as I dive into yet another entry with my own brand of bravado.  Some of you might not know this, but my favorite rap group has always been Bone Thugs n Harmony. Although some might claim that it is their harmonious rap style and their fast-paced lyrical delivery that appeals to most, truth is, I can't truly describe why I've had such an affinity toward them. Nonetheless, my brethren and I have been huge fans since the days of "Cross Roads" (for which they wo