SONNY'S SUN SPOT

"This lion's paw can stroke you or strike you;
that choice is up to you. Step into this den wisely."

OK, new crib, new talk. Some know me, some don't; so for the ones that don't... sings, "I'm D.M.C. in the place to be... I go to St. John's University... and since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge..and after..." Oh dayum, my bad, I had a standing in the mirror with Cazal glasses, no shoelaces adidas and a brush for a mic thinking I was DMC flashback. I am Marcus, but most call me Sonny or SON. On Sundays, I am DEACON SONNY TIPMONEY. I am a born and raised NU YAWKA... whahyougahddaproblemwiddat. Educated in Baltimore or Bmore or Bodymore or Bawlmer depending on what side of North Avenue you are standing on. I galloped into IotaLand... OW~OW to my frat brothers and raised in the third degree. That's right, SON'S LIGHT shines bright when I am traveling to the east.. big up to my Squares and F.A.T.A.L. OES Stars. I am a graphic designer and operate my own business (masDesign)... which means I pay more bills than I make money. That equates to Kool-Aid instead of red wine, fish sticks instead of salmon and steakum instead of filet mignon. Go figure.

(insert sappy violin)
I was disabled for several years with a major tumor-like mass which left me immobile for a minute, I finally had a life saving surgery which took a good year to recover from and then this past May 2007, I had gastric bypass.
(doing the roger rabbit hammer time dance now)

You can imagine a brother don't like to stay still now, so I am always trying to pack a lifetime into every second of every minute of every hour... you get the flow. Life is too short to worry about bullshiggery... so if you need drama in your life, miss me with that... capiche... comprehende... ovastand... aiight... nahmean dun... yah heard me wodie... GOOD. I am my brother's keeper so there won't be any steppin on a brother's toes to get 'atchu'... I am also the product of a bunch of older sisters and a tough as nails, cuss like a sailor, cave your fuggin' chest in, hug you like a tight azz 1970 mock neck sweater and feed you like a soup kitchen mother that taught me well.... however, they left out some KEY parts... like how the hell do you say Hi to a lady without them thinking you trying to jump dem dere bones... LOL.

**DISCLAIMER**
For the cool, down to earth, open minded, diverse thinking, don't give a flying fugg what the infamous 'THEY' think, not afraid to step outside the box, read more than just the Source magazine REAL MEN, REAL WOMEN, PRINCES, PRINCESSES, BROTHERS, SISTAHS, KINGS, QUEENS, LIONS, LIONESSES, LADIES and GENTLEMEN, I gotchu if need a friend.

For the conceited, teeth suckin', eye rolling, talk about another sistah because she got her twins out, jealous because another sistah is getting more play from the brothers than you are, think your pooosay can fugg a man's mental up, drama fiending, immature little girl mind in an adult body females AND the only talk about sex, think your dicc is God's gift to women, chest pounding, eye popping tongue wagging when a woman is present, insecure around real men, afraid to be a man amongst men, immature little boy mind in an adult body males... I GOT NOTHING BUT SARCASM AND LAUGHTER FOR YA SILLY AZZEZ.

Thanks for stoppin by...

LUV IS LUV
SONNY

Like Jack Spade said in I'm Gonna Git You Sucka as he looked at BDP, "They're my theme music. Every hero's got to have some." Well, I am no hero, but here is the soundtrack to my life... each song has a deep meaning for a brother. I call it, Sonny In The Key Of Life

Sonny Beats