This Album...

is breaking down the walls of "Writer's Block"...

Boomerang: A Manifesto of Some Sort.

**Naj's Note

I made a CONSCIOUS DECISION not to write about KOBE, or the LAKERS winning, Or anything of that sort. But a congratulations go out to dem niggas... [Though it was Trevor Ariza who saved yall asses. That is all.]

There are nights, where something so simple as watching a movie can bring an epiphany. Maybe I shouldnt even say that word because I believe its something we always knew about all along, so we recieve these REMINDERS at the oddest of times. Months, even years pass by before we get that REMINDER and moan about or BITCH about what we lost or what was important to us. And it is such a moment whereas LAST NIGHT, I finally recieved mine.

At the end of this week, it will be 4 going on 5 months where I have been single. Let me correct myself: SINGLE without having SEX. Now I believe there will be a few disbelievers at the screen like "Pssh, whatever nigga", but I tell you... My testimony is TRUE. In the months I have been single, I have not had SEX. I do remember my last partner, location and time. And I can tell you afterwards... I threw it all away. On a Whim, no doubt. I was seeing a girl. A GOOD GIRL. A GREAT GIRL. She cooked, catered to my needs, had the same interests and everything. But, just as suddenly when I began to doubt myself and that relationship. I met someone. My "Jacquelyn Broyer", and I was hooked. I'd wanted her since COLLEGE. She was gorgeous. Sexy. Everything I wanted. And now I have the opportunity to be with her? I went for it. Leaving everything behind in the dust.

Needless to say, the relatonship in itself was a DISASTER. Now I've jumped fences to see if the grass was greener on the side countless times... But DAMN. And as for the girl I left behind? She moved on. That's nothing new, but she did it in a such a harsh way that made me upset. We had nothing to say, we didnt speak. NOTHING. She was recently in an accident/tragedy and I prayed that she was okay. She was, but as I was scheduling to go see her... She told a friend of mine that she didnt want me there. I was HURT, MAD, ASTONISHED, and BEWILDERED. I finally acknowledged the fact that I didnt exist to her. And that upset me to the very core. Cuz I figure I'm a pretty MEMORABLE guy. But NARCISISM aside, I was jealous. How come she could do it, and I couldn't? Why cant she be another distant memory, another notch on the belt, another conversation over beer and cigarettes? Because she got THROUGH. She did. And I had cared. Couldnt she had seen that I cared? But I see I only cared for myself. And I realize that jumping from one hoop to the next when I was good for nothing wasn't smart. How could I try MONOGAMY or COMMITTMENT or be HONEST, when I was none of those to both of those girls? Better yet... HONEST to myself?

I wont lie though. I have LOVED. I've LOVED hard. And I have LOVED & LOST. On this highway we call LIFE, we expect to go through speedbumps of love. But me though, have been on a much bumpier ride. Because I'm so...in LOVE with the thought of love that I treat em like random bus stops on the way. I'm always looking for the next, with one foot out the door. I've let GOOD ones go. GREAT ones even... And I dont think it ws ever about me LOVING them. It was me LOVING them the right way. The way I was supposed to. Eddie Murphy's character talked about love in the movie "BOOMERANG" and Halle Berry's character challenged him with, "You think you know about LOVE? I'm so sick of men using LOVE like its a disease! Love shouldve brought your ass home last night!" And we as men HAVE NOT been home lately. Its funny, I once told an ex of mine that when I was with her, it felt like "home'. I had meant it. But i dont know if I would mean it now. I dont know how I feel now. I dont trust myself to fall in love, because I think I find it in every girl that I meet. But when I do LOVE again, I want to be SCARED. I want to be MISERABLE. I dont want to BREATHE...

I don't know where I had planned to go with this, or what point I was trying to make. I just wanted to say something. Maybe share how I felt...

Oh and that reminder? It wasn't a girl from my past... It wasn't past mistakes... It was REASSURANCE...

It was LOVE.

"That's TOO FAR NIGGA!" - KanYe West

"And My [BARS] Are As [HEAVY] as a [T-O-N]"

-Charles Hamilton "Awesomely Sweet"

I'm thinking my blogs are gonna start off like that from now on. Y'know, like the beginning of "The Wire"? Maybe I'm losing you... Anywayz, there is really nothing going on in LIFE right about now. It took the NBA Finals to OT of Game 3 to somehow captivate my attention. Honestly, I just loved seeing Pau Gasol get amped and look like he was gonna beat Mickael Pietrus' ASS. That was HYPE for me. And it was nice to see a DEREK FISHER appearance in the GRAND FASHION that he kills niggas from deep [You can't give him that much space Jameer.] My dude Marc-Lo has been getting on me for not being that interested in the FINALS, but I'm like "Who the fck is playing? The Lakers? [WOW!] The MAGIC? [WHO?]" I'm sorry, I for one is not gonna jump on them bum niggas bandwagon cause they beat LB23 and Co. [The CAVS]. Cause really, NIKE COMMERCIALS or not... I really wanted to see LeBron Vs. Kobe. Kobe Vs. Lebron. Black Mamba Vs. King James. WHAT HAVE YOU! I wanted to see it, but the Refs and conventional wisdom was like, "Owwww! FUHGED-ABOUT-IT" [Another CH line]

Anywayz, this series is to me is nothing but everybody dickriding. Yeah, I said it. DICKRIDING. Niggas who aint NEVER watched a MAGIC game and only know Dwight Howard and claiming them is a DICKRIDER. Niggas who appear in LeBron NIKE commercials and then proceed to make a whole song to KOBE BRYANT is... A DICKRIDER [Hi WAYNE.] Like the nigga aint never put up 40 on a team before? FUCKOUTTAHERE! Let me stop before I go on CHRIS ROCK rant like he did on Luda's CD... [HILARIOUS!] But honestly though, REP who you wanna REP and move on. I myself, a CELTICS [and closet KNICK] fan aint really fazed by it all and I picked it soon as the the NUGGETS fell: The LAKE-SHOW in 5. It's 3-1... and I'm looking like a muhfuckin PROPHET.

I digress, TWITTER is a crazy lil thing man. Me, I was tired of loggin on just to TWEET so I d/l'd TWEETDECK. And its convient as a muhfucka... yeah as a muhfucka... I can FACEBOOK and TWEET all fckin day. Niiiice. I got a chance to holla at BRIANA LATRISE last night about Charles Hamilton/J DILLA/Detroit Bullshit and she really put me on point. Now if you dont know what's goin on, you aint a HIP-HOP head so I wont go into it. GOOGLE IT or GO ON allhiphop.com or something. And for the two replies she gave me, gave me all the more evidence I needed to prove me and BRIANA would be a CLAS-SICK item...

"Sheeeyah! And pigs would fly out my butt..."- "Waynes World"

So I'm headed to VA for my cuz's GRADUATION ["Good Morning Intro" plays distant in the background] and I'm happy for the little nigga as well as jealous. That nigga is goin to TOKYO for a fucking MANGA/ANIME internship. And plus, at a ripe age of 21 I feel kinda old. It was only yesterday when this nigga was like 13 following me around the mall and me and him could quote every BRAD and GEORGE line from "Ocean's Twelve'... Where does the time go? Honestly.

So... I believe my time is UP. Gotta head back to Marc-Lo's and get my clothes out the dryer for the trip. I dried them shits like 4 times already... DAMN! If they aint ready, when I get there Ionknow WTF imma do.

[end of transmission]

-get familiar.

NAJ

[Pre-Blog] That's Spectacular... I Guess.

That's Spectacular! from jeff on Vimeo.

Sky Might Fall

ok.. For the past couple weeks, I have NOT made a post to my blog, but I planned on it. I PROMISE YOU I did. But for some reason, I just didn't have the words to say what I wanted. I was afraid that maybe I wouldn't mean some of the words I said. That's kinda wierd, especially coming from me... A person who takes solace in his blogs. But, now I think I can kinda air some ish out.

So, I've been talking something CRAZY I was doing on the last blog. And that "crazy thing" is joining the MILITARY. Yup, the MARINES. I'm not lying, DEAD ASS. I'm joining the fucking MARINES. It bugged me out too, so I imagine the 2 people who probably reads this is lyke, "Naj, what the fuck yo? Word? Serious?" But yeah, I joined the Marines. I really felt that right now in my life, at the ripe age of 21 that I have to DO SOMETHING. I mean, Niggas out here is stagnant right now, doing NOTHING. And that was me: Smoking weed, playing spades and Madden @ Marc-Lo's, drinking and trying to record a mixtape. That was my life and I was determined to do something different. I was bugged out yo, when I was being SWORN in. I was like, "Naj, this is really happening." And since then, A nigga has been straight edge. No weed, a lil alcohol here and there, running 3 miles 3x a week. I mean, word! I'm doing it. I'm on my way. I see a change in myself that I've been dying to see. And that makes me happy.

As of late, I've been a few blogs... Just to kinda jog my blog writing and a blog that I've drawn to as of late is Charles Hamilton. You know him right? "Brooklyn Girls"? That nigga. He's so fckin dope. I really feel like me and dude could like have a Newport and just zone out musically or just have a DOPE conversation. I feel a lot of the things he says and I can HONESTLY feel him. I mean a nigga was homeless too for a short while, and his GRIND is ADMIRABLE. I've decided that when I get the money: CHARLES HAMILTON is gonna produce "N PLANE SIGHT: The Audio Motion Picture" or Executive Produce it, whateva. And it helps that his intern/photographer/chick who punched him in the face [which I didnt care] Briana Latrise is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. I mean she just is... I mean looks is one thing... but her voice? Sends me over the edge. And that's all I'll say about it. Other than I want CHARLES HAMILTON to produce the album.

Speaking of the album, WRITING for that shit is absolutely FUCKING annoying! I truly believe that listening to "SO FAR GONE" really stifled me creatively. I mean cuz every song that I write sounds like fucking "SAY WHAT'S REAL" or "Uptown" amongst others. I mean FCK! I mean, I didnt have this kind of problem when I was writing "NRB" except for the WRITERS BLOCK. And when me and Toya broke up or started going through our problems as well as the TJ bullshit, I just threw that album away... With 2 songs left to write. Dumb, I know. But that was just a period that I didnt wanna put on wax. And now, I'm just fcking LOST. I have a partial tracklist and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. So I decided to listen to a lot of OTHER SHIT. CHARLES HAMILTON, KID CUDI, JAY-Z, KANYE WEST, A little bit of CLIPSE, CAM'RON's new joint and damn... what else? I'll know by the end of the blog.

As far as girls, I havent ben stressing the situation. That comes when it comes, so its whatever. Its like I'm hardly even talking to girls outside of a friendship or harmless flirting that I know will lead to NO WHERE... There is this woman named ESHA though...

FUCK! MOS DEF! That's it! Mos's new joint! THE ECSTATIC is VICIOUS...COLD... You must cop it.

So that's about it on the blog tip. It's 3:43 in the AM, and I got a loooong day ahead. So I'm out...

LOOK FOR THIS ON MYSPACE...

-NAJ

Naj's Excellent Journey on a Bill & Ted Tip...

So its not really that excellent, but in regards to what has happened in my 'hood the past cpl of weeks: [SHOOTINGS, MURDERS, DRUGS...] its definately the best next thing [STRIKE THAT...REVERSE IT- Willy Wonka]...

So after that and a cpl of other things, I decided to enlist in the MARINES. *GASPS!* Say WHAT NAJ!? Say WORD!? WORD. I joined the Marines. And I actually think its a good idea considering a lot of shit thats been goin on lately around the way. Sometimes, you gotta better yourself, even if it means goin outside ya comfort zone.

And this KNOCKS ME SO OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE. The MARINES? MILITARY? I never thought I'd do it, but now I'm like WHY NOT DO IT? Why not switch my lifestyle up... Good Pay, good benefits... all leading to a: BETTER LIFE. Outside of fcking S. Carolina... And far away from fcking WOODSIDE MANOR.

So I want it all...

THE MONEY...
MONEY AND THE CARS...
CARS AND THE CLOTHES...

EXCEPT...THE HOES...

I suppose.

Mostly, Shit... I just wanna be successful...

But hell, I wanna make it to 22 y.o...

"Not As Ominous As It Looks"

Greetings...

From Ross' Moms kitchen!

Um, just letting yall know, I'm sorry I havent been able to re-up on the blogs as of late...
A DUDE HAS BEEN BUSY...

So here's a random update...

• "N PLAIN SIGHT" is renamed... "EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL" that's the new title...
• STAY LOW KEY PRODUCTIONS... That's all I will say at the moment.
• NAJ = RETURN... You do the math if you know me.
• WHAT UP TO TWIX, LIL BUBBA, WIL STREETZ aka CEO N.O, Gizzle...
• FREE BLACK ROBB [Not the rapper...]
• DRAKE at Georgia Southern soon... I might [NOT] be going... Maybe...
• Writing for album and working on MIXTAPE... TWIX HOLLA AT ME!
• THERE'S
• NOTHING
• LEFT
• FOR
• ME
• 2
• [SAY]

So there... Enjoy...

and YOU'RE WELCOME.