The Big Return

Well, Nikia Jones is a-o.k. and ready and willing to blog it up. First a new saying for all of us that lay it down: "southern style", and i don't mean the naked silhouette of the naked chic in the doggy style position, I mean those who aren't from the dank ass dirty and like the way we roll down here, apparently when the time comes for them to do it big, or at least make a feeble attempt, they referr to it as doing it "southern style". Just a little something something i picked up along my travels between here and the ol orange grove pan handle of Fla. The past few days were that of magic and Pirate danger. (That's a whole new level of danger, all involving sharks, swords and mutiny). The mutiny part i could've dealt without, then the sharks, that holds a double meaning i'll be clearing up at a later date in order not to incrimintae myself and my freinds, (it does involve those crazy freinds of Mr. Cruise). But let us forgoe the self and indulge in a little more of the good times. I got a badass sunburn during, my frolic on the beach with my ol comrades. My shoe colletion gained another pair, and to top it all off, I am now a big supporter of satellite radio. That shit is the shit son, take it from me. Reggae, Stand-up, rap, ANYTHING you wanna incise upon your earhole. Then, I got to kill some raw oysters of the highest caliber, in the shell raw as hell and smothered in that hot sauce. The next thing in our vast amount of experiences along the way, the beach life. Now, i used to be a permanent residence of Fla. and in that time the beaches were open no matter who the hell owned what, but i learned from a few security guards that this is no longer the case, one can only swim in the part of the beach thats owned by the hotel in which you're staying. That is until the night time when they are sent home. The next great thing was the tiki bar!!!!!!!! This is a hut full of all sorts of liquor and a huge sound system complete with woofers and a straw roof, right on the beach itself. I tried my first mojito, and a rob-roy. (Both very nice) The coolest thing that I come to find was a whole new way of traveling via the ocean but not in the water, it was more like pedaling through it with a person steering you as you pedal. (That shit was too cool) Moving right along, i had a blast with my grandparents, and i got too see my first casino with them and eat bologna sandwhiches with them at there house at 2 in the morning. It's those kinda experiences that make for fond memories. I plan on going back to the pan handle soon enough to enjoy the magic of a zoo and an amusement park all in one. (Bush Gardens)> Fo sheezy my neezy. All in all the experience on the whole was pretty cool. That is except for those freinds of Tom's they had a way of shitting things up when i just wanted a goddamn sandwhich. Those pricks owned half of all the cool spots that there were to just straight chill. I even got set up by one of them in a place to eat. The end reults though, i came out unscathed and uninfluenced by those deranged motherfuckers. We still want Hyde and Hot Donna freed right along with ol katie Holmes. But for now i gotta get to the end of this particular part of the bog, like i said i got keep all that on the low or expect some unwelcome guest of some sort. You fuckers stay on the up and up. I got ya'll in here, (Nikia points to his pleasently plump cardiovascular bloodpumping muscle) Be easy fo sheezy killas, i got nothing but the best of aspirations for ya.

Kill Mode

Well, its half past two in the morning, i've done alot of chillin, and now is just me and corner gas. Tommorow, lots of sleep and a good dose of napping, maybe i'll hit up the gun man and check out what the beat is on hall street. I got some cold ones left and i even got to have few shortly after work, not to mention a quick trip to the garden of eden, and i got off early the day before my only day off to sweeten the deal. The rest is history. But don't think that this be the end, we should look into the thing i have adorned with the title "kill mode". If somebody eats your left overs from your favorite spot to eat, that sudden rush of blood to the cranium and the urge to find a blunt object to cause a hole in the side of a mofo's head, yeah that's kill mode. You wake up shower down and get out to find no towels, all of a sudden you want to slap a fool and the burning sensation of mureder creeps up into your gourd, you've entered the mind set of the kill mode. Yes it's true, buried deep within us all is this thing that can be unleashed and cause a wave of mass destruction the likes of which can be unmeasruable. Kill mode can for and against you, but you sees a cat about to act a fool, just vacate asap. For now thats all the power in the hour, nikia signing off for now, ya'll stay up.