KINGS BLEED TOO

Dad has been sober from drugs for 27 years of his life. His son is 30 years old. My Superhero. My King. My idol; been imperfect, been in pain. He's been dealing with issues of loneliness, abandonment, self-worth, depression, and identity. Dad went on to have 4 sons. All 4 of them different, like the 3 different Mothers who birthed them. One of them, like his Father is, like his Mother is, was always into something. He sang in the church choir. He played the lead role in all the school plays, and always stood out whenever he had a ball in his hands.

He always kept a journal, just like his Mother. He was always writing/expressing his voice thru scribbled words only he could read. These days he still writes, as does his Mother. 30 years of pain. 30 years of joy. 30 years of tears. This is his story so far. Kings Bleed Too. Welcome to his fears.

Dare To Be Great

How much would you pay to be great?  How much are you willing to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams?  To what length are you willing to go to in order to see your visions turn into reality?  When all have plans, sure.  Many of men and women have come up with great ideas.  But there is only one Oprah. There is only one Jay-Z. There is only one Chris Rock.  Sure Kelly Roland is amazing, as is Michelle, but there is only Beyonce.  

I've taken my losses, yes.  But I'm not the only person in this world dealing with a broken heart. I'm not the only person who lost a loved one, and has a terminally ill immediate family member.  I'm not the only person who can't sleep at night.  The nightmares suck-yes, but so does living in one.  Who said that my circumstances have to be my downfall? Who said that my shortcomings and lack of will be the reason why I fail?  Why the fuck can't I have whatever the fuck I want?  I refuse to fall into this notion that I am somehow unable to overcome whatever the fuck is in my way, including myself. 

RESOLVE

I'm amazing. I'm brilliant. I have an outstanding, loving, supportive heart, and I'm capable of changing the whole world with my ideas and work ethic.  I'm an amazing boyfriend.  I love hard, and I show up for mine. I'm God fearing.  I'm a great listener.  My work ethic is unparalleled. I'm amazing in bed, and I'm just as good holding a conversation. I'm respectful, reasonable, and honest. I'm super creative. I love helping others win.  So why not me? Why can't Percell Dugger's name be in the conversation as one of the most influential people the world has ever seen? Someone told me I looked exhausted the other day.  I said: You're right. I'm tired of the excuses. I'm tired of the pity party. I'm tired of the overly emotional, hyper sensitive and super reactive energy.  Most of all...