grade school

Guess who is on the latest podcast???

ME

My boy Eclectik had me on his podcast to wax poetic about grade school!

Join us as we discuss back in the days from 1st grade to 6th
The Classes, Teachers, The Girls, Lunch Room, After School … some of everything

Take a listen, love it and leave a comment … email the show at: Podcast@eclectikrelaxation.com

click the link and listen
http://eclectikrelaxation.com/blog/2012/03/14/edp04-grade-school-life/

kick booty

homage

– noun

1. respect or reverence paid or rendered

Today, I'm gonna pay homage to a place. A place that I knew very well but never got a chance to REALLY experience it like my friends did.

It was a place that was etched in my memory beginning in 1991 (freshman year of college)

Unfortunately, the place no longer exists. It is gone... but not forgotten

The place that I want to pay homage to is...

Kick Booty Liquor Store

Yes. That was the name of the liquor store. Kick Booty. (i know that you're laughing but i'm telling the truth)

It was located in the town where I went to college...Orangeburg, SC

I never really got a chance to enjoy Kick Booty b/c when I was in college...I didn't drink. In fact, I didn't take my first drink until I was like 25. But I took many trips to Kick Booty b/c I was always the designated driver when I hung out with my teammates. We'd go to Kick Booty and they'd buy liquor. Keep in mind that Kick Booty had a policy...they DID NOT care how old you were. They never checked IDs or anything. If you had a mustache...you could purchase beer. LOL. And you could get liquor at 9 am!!!

A few years ago, Kick Booty burned down. Dunno what happened. There is a place called Kick Booty Motorsports located in the same town. I wonder if it's owned by the same dude that owned the liquor store? It amazes me that the store operated the way that it did and no one was ever busted for selling booze to underage college kids.

After taking my friends to Kick Booty, we'd ride around and they'd get drunk which was comical to me. They'd tell stories about great they were in high school and I'd laugh. Then, they'd tell me how they felt about me..."(slurring) Kyle, you mah nikka! Youz a good dude. I like you, man. You got a lottttta heart." I used to call it Drunken Confessions. Those were the days when I wish I had my camera. It'd be on reality tv or on youTube. LMAO!!!

So today...I pay homage to the one and only...Kick Booty Liquor Store.

Anybody else have a place like this where some shenanigans would go down???

Hollatchaboi!!!

throwback thursday

Welcome to Throwback Thursday. Take a ride back in time with ya boy 12kyle as we travel to the good ole days

Year : 1996

Place : South Carolina State University

Time : Senior year

I'm a jokester. I like to play pranks on my friends. I've always been like that. I dunno why but I get a good laugh out of it. Anyway, the victim this time would be one of my best friends and teammates at school...my boy Moe. Me and Moe are tight. We've been hangin' since our freshman year. We have a lot in common. We both played on the football team (both of us were wide receivers), liked the same kinda women, liked the same kinda music, and we were usually hangin together at all times. We're still close to this day. Moe is the godfather to my oldest son. We talk every day. When we were in school, our wives (girlfriends at the time) would joke about how we were like twins.

Moe was a marketing major like me. We had took almost all of our classes together. And we needed to b/c we needed to push each other in the classroom like we did on the football field. One day, we were assigned to do a group project for our international marketing class. Our group consisted of me, Moe, and Marcel. As usual, we waited until the last minute to complete the project. We had a week to get it done but we didn't get started until the night before the project was due. I spoke to Moe earlier in the day and reminded him that we were meeting to do the project that night. Each of us had to do their 1/3 of the work and bring it to the meeting at the library. Well, Moe decides that he wants to go to the Pit (hangout spot just like on A Different World). Moe never shows up. I'm furious! In the back of my mind, I knew that he'd pull some kinda stunt so I was already prepared to cover him.

I advised Marcel that we should get him back. I told him "when Moe calls us on the phone...don't answer. If he asks about the project, tell him that we didn't do it and we're gonna get a F." Well, Moe calls me at 6am. I didn't answer b/c I knew it was him. He called Marcel...no answer. Our class didn't start until 4pm. He wasn't able to get in touch with anybody so he knew what he had to do...he had to do the project by himself. He didn't want to do it but he had no choice. He finally finds me around noon and I told him that we hadn't done anything. I also informed him that the "F" really wasn't gonna hurt the "A" that i had in the class. But he knew that an "F" would hurt his "C" average. LOL.

When we arrive in class at 4, Moe is clearly disgusted with me and Marcel. But he did the whole project. Much to our surprise!!! We told him that we finished it the previous night!!!! If you would've seen the look on his face...priceless. He wanted to kill me. I was on the floor ROLLIN'. "Haaaaaa!!!! I got you! I got you!!" He was clearly pissed but what could he do? We put some of his info with what we had and we got an "A" on the project. I got him good!

My joy was short lived. The next semester (our last) he got me back. We both needed to pass financial management to graduate. I hated the class but I had mad respect for our professor, Dr. Cole. Going into our finals, we both had "C"s and we needed to pass the final exam to graduate. The mere thought of financial management terrified me. This class was the sole reason why i didn't send out any graduation invitations to my relatives b/c I wasn't sure if I was gonna pass the class. And Dr. Cole was one of the toughest professors in the School of Business. Anyway...we took the final exam. I thought that I did well on it. Dr. Cole had advised us that he would post the grades in 2 days. I knew if I didn't pass it, I'd have to come back to school for another semester. I couldn't do that.

I sent Moe to Dr.Cole's office to get the results. I shouldn't have done that. He called me later that day. He told me that I didn't pass the final but he did. I was speechless. I kept thinking..."how am I gonna explain this to my momma?" I was pissed off so I told Moe that I'd call him back. I got off the phone and I told my girl (mrs12) that I had failed. I was crushed. Then...about 5 mins later...the phone rings. It's Moe. I didn't wanna talk to him or anybody else. He says..."tell Kyle that I was just joking...he passed. He's gonna graduate." She told me and I was livid!! Arrrrrrgh! How could you play with my emotions like that?

He got me! I can't front. We still laugh about it to this day.

breaking curfew

Curfew. That word has always been foreign to me. I never had a curfew growing up. Never. I know you're thinking...who would need a curfew in Florence, SC? It's not like there was a ton of stuff to do. Nevertheless, my mom never gave me a curfew. She would always say..."you need to come in at a respectable hour." She never said "be home by 1am". She didn't have to. I knew better. Even as a married man, I still don't have a curfew. Mrs12 knows that when I do go out, I'm not gonna be out too long. I've never been a dude who came in when the sun was coming up. I'm a morning person. I don't like to "sleep in".

The only time that I had a curfew was when I played football in college at South Carolina State University. We had a curfew of 11pm. Was that a fair time? Prolly not...but I understood. From August to December, I had to be in the dorm by that time. I didn't like the curfew but I abided by it.

One Friday night before the season started, I put the curfew to the test. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 11:30 pm and I was STARVIN'. I was chillin in my dorm room with my partner/teammate Quevin. He was starvin', too. He suggested that we should call somebody to bring us some food. I called one of my best friends, Nicole, to see if she had any food that she could bring to me.

Me: Sup Nicole? Do you have any food over there? I'm starvin'

Nicole: I've got a couple of boxes of Famous Amos oatmeal and raisin cookies.

Me: Word? Bring em to me. Now!!!

Nicole: Are you crazy? I just took a shower and I just washed my hair. I'm not coming outside!!! If you want em, come over here.

Me: Man, I can't come over there. It's past my curfew.

Nicole: Well...I guess you're not that hungry.

I had a decision to make. I wasn't gonna go...although oatmeal and raisin cookies are my FAVORITE!!! Quevin convinced me to go! He wanted some cookies. We had a scrimmage game the next day. We knew that we weren't gonna play that much anyway b/c we were young. We knew that we were taking a risk but we had to eat.

So we rolled to Nicole's dorm. We devoured the cookies on the spot and spent 10 mins talking with Nicole and her roommates. As we were getting ready to leave, Q suggested that we stop by the pajama party that was going on. I thought that we'd be ok. We were only gonna stay there for 5 mins.

We went to the party and stayed for 30 mins. As we were leaving, we were spotted and busted by one of the grad assistant coaches. Damn! I couldn't believe it. We told him that we had only come out of the dorm to get something to eat. He told us that he believed us and he wouldn't tell the coach. He lied! The next day, afte the scrimmage, our coach announced "I need to see Kyle and Quevin after we're done". My heart sank. I didn't think that the dude was gonna rat us out. It was 98 degrees out there. The LAST thing that I wanted to do was to have to run extra laps after the scrimmage!!! Not only did we have to run but we had to ROLL THE FIELD (process of laying on the ground and rolling continuously for 100 yards) and we had to BEAR CRAWL (the process of crawling on all fours but you can't use your knees). It was hell. I threw up...several times.

All of that for some damn cookies! LOL

Did you have a curfew? What time was it? Have you ever been caught breaking curfew?

Hollatchaboi!!!