Sunday, June 19, 2011

Letter To Dante Anderson

                                      

Dear DA...                                                                                                       6-19-11

I know that your up in heaven watching…what’s going on down here but I still decided to write you. It has been four years since I got that bad news. But it seems like it was yesterday that I was just talking to you. I was in Arizona for the Cactus Classic. And a reporter came up and asked me have I heard what happen. When he broke the news, I choked in confused. As tears raced down my cheek, stuck in disbelief. That night I couldn’t sleep, woke up in cold sweat. So I went and walked the streets to catch a fresh
breath…I needed some relief and to clear this mind of mines...A shoulder for support because I had a weaken spine. My mind was feeling lost and weary. Memories made me reminisce and talk to you as if you were standing near me. I knew that you can hear me when I screamed your name dearly...As I stared at the sky, I asked God why…The bad grows old and the young got to die? A lot of things changed since you left us. Rivers shook on Reebok and went to Adidas. Zo is married now and had a little daughter. Quincy goes to Baylor and is about to be a father. Our president is Black and his name is Barack Obama. Pac and Big death remains unsolved but they found Osama. I got BoBo to join me at UCLA. But he transferred to Baylor because he didn’t get to play. Will is at O State and D. Mill hoops at Kentucky. I.T stayed in Washington to be a husky. Shaq and Dash is repping you hard like they should. And I haven’t heard from Patt but I’m sure he’s doing good. As for me…I put my name in the draft. Not caring about the opinions that the Naysayer’s have. Their doubt and hate are nothing but gas to my V8. And I’ve been on the road since the 18th of May. All this time I've been on the G.R.I.N.D like Get Ready It’s a New Day. At the combine my jersey number was 22. So it’s only right that I dedicate this process to you. I wear your memory shirt to every workout interview. So you can experience this experience that you will never get to experience. I find myself signing onto AIM every now and then. Because your screen name is somehow still signed in. I message you in hopes of a reply. I always let you know that I’m going to keep your dream alive.

p.s.
I miss you...see you at the top  

                                                                                                                                             

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Enigmatic: Birth of The Hitman


I vividly remember when I was told I would never play at a high D1 level. My entire life I have lived in the shadow of others. I’ve always had to work harder than the next man because nothing was ever given to me. That is what my competitive nature is generated from. I am the definition of what you call an “underdog”. And quite frankly I love it. I love being doubted. I love being hated. I love being underestimated. I love being misunderstood. I love being told “I can’t” do something. To be honest, I rather be hated than loved if I can’t have both. Growing up against all odds embedded a “me against the world” mindset. I adopted the alter ego of a hit man in high school after creating a list…I called it my “Hit List”. This list consisted of highly touted players’ shadows that I lived in. I felt that I was just as good if not better than these guys but the only difference is that they had a name and I was a “nobody”. I wanted to take out every moving target and that’s what I did. After I started to go though my list, I slowly started to get noticed. What makes me different is that I’m not a jealous person considering being someone who is always an afterthought. I never hero-worshiped nor hated the next man. I respect everyone but fear no one.

Aside from my hit list, my alter ego stems from being alone. When you receive so much hate and doubt you really feel like you are against the world. Have you noticed that in some hit man movies, the assassins’ family is usually murdered during their childhood or they’ve been betrayed and seek revenge? Hypothetically, this is the epitome of my alter ego. I feel that by taking out all of the “politicians”, our competition would only result to the naysayer’s eating their own words.

A new chapter in my life now begins as I face new obstacles and assignments in search of my dream: The NBA. Along with the new beginning comes new hatred, doubt and other negativity. This will be the biggest challenge of them all but I’m far from discouraged.  I’m use to being “David” and I’m going to take advantage of every opportunity to slay “Goliath” You know its funny how history really does repeats itself as I find myself writing out a new hit list. I call this Operation "No Love".
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