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ElStoopKid

ElStoopKid

The Life Of A Real OG

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The End

The stoop kid is done. Over. Finished.

The creative in me needs more. More motivation and more realness. I don’t tire of talking about myself because, well, no one tires of talking about themselves. It’s innate. What I want is to talk about others. Those who do things. The shakers and movers of our society. Those who risk it all. The creators. The ones who sacrifice. So, that’s what I’ll be doing next. The name of the next project is StayRegal (domain name willing). The plan is to ‘interview’ & meet people who do what I’ve described. Musicians, entrepreneurs, artists, families who’ve moved from far away lands and now call the U.S.A. their home, and more. Also, ill still talk about myself because I NEVER GET TIRED OF IT.

Thank you to those that have read my blog, even once. I don’t care if you hated it and thought I was a little twat, I thank you. Behind all the jokes and aloofness of elstoopkid, their was a wanting to inspire. Do something new and intriguing, even if it’s only for yourself.

It’s been the realist of reals

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portraitsofboston:

“Hey man, take my picture!”
“I can’t do it. It’s too dark.”
“Yeah, we need some light. Let’s go over there.”
“Are you homeless?”
“Yes, I am.”
“How long have you been homeless?”
“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”
“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”
“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”
“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”
“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”
“And why did you do it?”
“I was depressed. Why you crying?”
“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”
“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”
“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”
“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”
“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”
“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”
“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”
“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”

portraitsofboston:

“Hey man, take my picture!”

“I can’t do it. It’s too dark.”

“Yeah, we need some light. Let’s go over there.”

“Are you homeless?”

“Yes, I am.”

“How long have you been homeless?”

“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”

“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”

“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”

“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”

“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”

“And why did you do it?”

“I was depressed. Why you crying?”

“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”

“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”

“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”

“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”

“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”

“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”

“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”

“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”

(via imbalancedreality)

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The Beginning Of The End (Part I)

This is it folks. One more week in the infamous number 9 then it’s murder she wrote on this piece. It’ll be missed sincerely. What’ll be missed more is the people I share this third floor pad with. 

To better preserve the memory of this place as well as my roommates, I’m blogging about the last week, ever. Thankfully, I have nothing better to do (I do). I’m balls deep in finals and I’ve been staking claim to the third floor window seats at the Founders. No qualms will be had swinging on whoever thinks it’s a great idea to take my seat.

You think you have it hard? Try studying HRM for hours on end….that’s when you realize how real the struggle is

This year I realized how much I took my mom’s cooking for granted. I didn’t realize how much I took her for granted, or my dad, or my family in general. Just her cooking. I have to rely on 5 minute white rice to get me by. Yesterday, I treated myself to the Martin Margiela of the pizza world. 

(I was kidding, my family is my rock)

P.S. I’ve been thinking about the human experiences in my life as a college student and the amount of people I come into contact with is mind boggling. The potential for learning and growing from others is something that needs to be taken advantage of because this is the time of our lives when we can afford to take those chances and risks. We can afford to be naive and curious. And I believe that sharing those experiences with people of different backgrounds only compounds those experiences. Get out and make friends. Go out and network. Go out and push yourself and those around you because believe it or not, it makes a difference. 

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A Whole New World

Getting an iPhone has really made me realize how obsolete my old brick of a phone was. 

Last weekend was NIU’s fifth and “final” case race. All I have to say about that is the guy that ran it is a stingy little bastard. Overcharging us to participate, designing the most atrocious t-shirts on the face of the earth, and pocketing a cool $3,000 plus while making us pay for our own cases. If i didn’t give up cussing for lent I would be ranting but since I’ve renounced my bad way I’ll say this: Karma WILL get you. Check it:

This guy also made us drink Busch Light…not a good look.

We out here

Team Name: Busch Don’t Kill My Vibe. Yeah, that was my brain child.

One.

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Putting people on blast

I let people know to snap chat me and they’d be in for a treat. Well, the treat is me putting all your snap chats on my blog.  BOOM!

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I received a few pics of boobs and asses but I’ll just keep those to myself…

Let’s make this a running things people. Who knows maybe your whack ass mug will end up here for the world to see

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The Return

I’ve been itching to start blogging again but I’m a lazy sack and the motivation is lacking in all aspects of my life. Numerous sticky notes litter my desktop with ideas of posts. Many pictures that need to be put up & drawings to be shown.

But have no fear. The return is imminent