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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Episode #3 (part ½ of II) dipshit and Jeffey

The shit head camera guy was in Washington DC attending an Oyster Riot at the oldest bar in Washington DC, Old Ebbitt’s grill when his alert eyes saw the call he was resting for. “Excuse me Kyle” There was no Kyle in the group but it rhymed with “dial” which rhymed and should’ve be the name of the riot. He was a one armed local rapper that sold money. The consummate yuck artist of quick comedy he’d forever get away with if only for his dysfunctional heart and knack for risk taking when something WAY out of line had to be done. This made him electric an exciting addition to any assembly. (Phone Ring is last song from Star Wars, the wedding joint) “Jeffey, talk 2 me, you should see this fucken sleigh ride I’m attending” “rat, shhhh” Jeffrey knew the importance of cutting dipshit off in the name of one life. “Shut the fuck up, this is the call you’ve been waiting for all night.” “OK, how’s Pierce?” Settled he squirts out the question weighing down on his sporadic thoughts. The footage rested on that one question. “Dude” It was the tone, the tenor the gift “oh word?” His instrument of a voice went lower as the line drew itself to the most powerful word in the group’s dialect, “legendary” “OK, OK” Dude It just meant same and same for them meant perfect. The fact of the matter it was the single best report he could’ve received. Dipshit was hyper active to begin with. He also was self possessed most around him in any capacity reclined to the “crazy” theory either that or an alcoholic bully. Dude. Dipshit’s problem had become something he couldn’t stop. He’d done it again and this time the stories were opening Yoda’s eyes. No one can fuck with me. He’d thought of his life as a book anyway ever since losing the arm and the Larry Bird visit. JQ was just Jesus. And all the pain, the suffering, the uncertainity had disappeared. And he was heading back to his first cousin, Chicago first thing in the morning. Dude. It was his saying that about the in season trip the Miners had just strewn together the 30th birthday of the subject Mr. Shithead had been aimlessly following around with a camera for three years. And dipshit had all access a hustler with a crew that survived and someway’s thrived larger than most sans NFL center Ryan Hartwell. Ryan had a story to tell and was a natural in front of the camera. There were three centers prior to his Blackstown arrival in the hall of Fame. This wasn’t like other jobs. The organizations and barriers to film were all but removed the years before. He trusted a couple guys that could work a system. But now Ryan was in Blackstown, playing for the Minors, everything was different, starting with the SB twice winning youngest ever QB Pierce Meridian. The $100 million Nike man. (kid) “yeah, I don’t know dude, he might be off it, I’m not asking him.” “What abut if JQ, does it, fun footage, we gotta get you guys coming off the plane.” “JQ? Will he do it? Yeah that’ll be cool” JQ caught his attention, it was the first story dip shit had told Ryan visiting his 30,000 square foot mansion in Carolina. There were life sized paintings of him, movie theatre’s, mindful mushrooms, fluorescent chronic, wide arcade and of course full court run in the pool. He’d been depressed with injury after signing at the time one of the richest contracts ever for center in the AFL. It’s weird to be so young and get 30 million dollars to play the sport you love. He’d had everything and nothing all at the same time. “So what do you think c-rat?” Ryan had heard enough people in DC where he met this retard who’d helped procure a job in foreign currency for his childhood blood brother, the “weed guy” in dipshits first band since the smooth Adolescents. And the c-rat story was a classic a Chicago classic. And it were these stories and spit that had brought him to this table with an interest, camera and dream. The first story he told at that house in the big house, the NFL was JQ, dude…. It was better than c-rat, then he met en, and that was a rap. For all his brain fog this camera fuck tard had a family, sons of liberty, JQ at the airport with the camera was the green light he needed to really get into this already crazy ass situation. He had to call him back. And as unearthed his cell from the pocket of his beige khacki’s in the spirit of the event said loudly to his circle, “Hey guys, go fuck yourself” And he walked away to laughter everything was working as he contemplated flipping over a servers full trey, why not? I’d probably be given a purple heart. “Ryan, what’s up baby” The center had called. The footage was up in the air. “But how will he get past security? It’s tight, and small place.” “We’ll handle it” And he had done just that up to now. The truth was fuck face had absolutely no idea how they would skirt security. And that was the least of his worries, JQ needed a camera, dipshit aka half-way, needed a flight and Xanex. Dipshit knew that Jeffey the tallest person that ever lived could get by security. That was the Magic. And it was nothing but heart, smiles, sheer talent, multiple TV appearences and of course the old once in a lifetime smile. Above all of that not, nothingness was an ability to listen above their stories, wit sand, crowd savings presence on alert 5 inside a hectic schedule. The dipshit, had taken that from his borderline personality mother, it had made him sick, his sister, I hate you don’t leave me, he’d already died in hell, twice. It was simple trick lost in universal love these two spawned anytime they got together with strangers. It was a rare gift, sons of Liberty reappearing non ironically here again in America, the point was on that weekend for those two guys, this was the AFL, Ohio Miners, the players, the o-line and QB; everyone had a story, that was the table. No one knew that crazy weekend of course they’d win the SB, again. JQ signed, The game is now on he thought to himself, and dip shit went back to his circle which were all buzzing about his life, the call he had been peppering prior on behalf of a hard to conceal fidget from an otherwise jumpy guy. And it was a good crew. A long way from his old visits to the hospital psych ward besides the long held secret truth of rich white people, they weren’t that interesting anyway. And this was the Oyster riot. “Where is everyone staying in Chicago, wow, the Miners” “Trump’s new building, everyone has a suite on the 30th, Pierce, Ryan was telling me has a PH, on the cuff from the Don himself, top floor, 65, half the fucking floor, plus these guys are zillas in the Led Zepplen sense.” “What do you mean by that sport?” “What do I mean by that? They don’t give a fuck, they drink like it’s the 1970’s and don’t apologize for shit.” “Wow” “OMG, that’s like so crazy” “crazy, I’m so excited and got 2 go, love u all, big group hug, thanks” Part of the SOL was never be an asshole a lesson learned long ago. And dawn, yawned for the “dials” and the sun rose from the east a flight was boarded and the camera guy who knew nothing about cameras or doc movie making two years into this project hopped a flight to activate his young Jedi JQ and celebrate his only doc movie client’s / partner 30th b-day stealing Chi-town in what seemed like a Manhattan minute. Dip shit landed, high, confused needing to call Keebs for a quick lesson on how to buy another $800 camera on credit to use. JQ handled the night before and being a legend back in his hometown was busy until 4pm we’re they re – activate for the night, clubs and ensuing shit show.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

“On The Line” coming soon……

The flow of the game up's downs, side projects, life, love making a difference SO......

In the wake of our Uncle Rollie interview chipping away at our own labor of love Move the Tape extremely comfortable calling Coach Mass Uncle Rollie FYI, comes On The Line, where sacrifice begins, the Movie. It’s essentially the story of Lexington METCO a god send, note 2, YG Foundation: Fellow directors should consider any loose change we have in the coffer to help closing costs on this film.

And like all independently financed first time filmmakers, the making of the movie is a short film in itself. In my mind and this has never wavered since I was in the sixth grade, it’s the most important issue in our country’s flourishing or floundering future. This is America, we’re sons of liberty and this is shit we’re supposed to be doing,. Above all else it’s a powerful story. The men behind it, involved and interviewed, so excited to meet some of these guys. Magic and I as 5th graders could name every Lexington Captain since 78. So I knew Mike Mascol Cecil Cox, Tyrone Lockhart, Gene Mewbourn of our world and we could go on and on..... I knew the names, and to meet, be apart and hear their stories is something I’m looking forward to greatly.

Mr. Michael Mascol (Captain LHS basketball 1983, METCO, BC, point man behind the film) told me he thought we did it better, the early 80’s was not as harmonious as the perception he held of our time. And while I believe this most assuredly to be true, the fact is, when I tickled it, the thought, it became apparent we’ve stalled, there's in argument to be had in some cases, we've moved backwards. And that can’t happen. And people are struggling. And here comes a story an honest discusiioon and discovery on race. A true story. A good story. A needed inclusion.

And you look around, it's scary, seems like 1968 out here at times, riots, the fear, anger, same old issues, my sister told me the other day, I didn’t realize how important METCO was until I went to college.

And it’s true, and then the work force, client’s, it becomes more and more as you grow into an adult, hopefully climb a ladder and see for yourself what it is.

My statement on METCO since high school had been, it does more for Lexington kids. If I had been stuck around all white people for my entire childhood I would not be here right now. And zero of the amazing shit would’ve NEVER happened. FACT

Plus it shocked me, just having a host family, my parents, great people, but it was hard, at first for them to have brothers for the city sleep over, at first, he's a son now and forever, just that first get So METCO the movie filming a week from Friday, Roxbury, Mattapan, Dorchester and Cary Libray that Sat there’s a panel discussion in Lexington. All invited come join, tell your story, METCO the movie rub shoulders with legends and put it down for METCO the movie.

On The Line, special thanks to Mr. Michael Mascol, Sean Padian, the entire On The Line team that’s making this a reality. You guys in Karma will get back everything and offer of what you put in ☺ Throw in a DJ Premier ill scratch hook, LHS METCO, like Biggie Smalls, is the illest.

CALLING: come out! YES WE CAN Carl, Once again, thank you for expressing interest in joining the discussion panel for the upcoming documentary, On The Line. We are looking at a tentative film date of June 20th, 9am-4pm, with filming to be conducted at Lexington High School. Please let me know if that date is clear on your calendar and we will plan accordingly. In addition to yourself, I’d like to determine if the Metco family you are connected with are free that weekend as well. Here is the general filming breakdown we hope to follow: Friday, June 19th 9am to 2pm Film former & current Metco students boarding an empty bus at designated bus stops along Mattapan, Dorchester and Roxbury bus routes, including interactive dialogue while on the bus and exiting the bus at Lexington High School. This group of 6-10 former & current students would then get back on the bus for return transportation back to Boston. Saturday, June 20st, 9am – 4pm From 9am-12pm, Film discussion panel of former Lexington Students, host family parents and teachers as they reflect on their METCO experience from a suburban perspective. LUNCH From 1pm-4pm, Film a Merged discussion panel of Lexington Residents and Metco students combined to collaborate on their experience back then and today. We are very excited to have you join the group and hope to make this a great opportunity of reflection for all involved. Let me know if you have any questions. Respectfully, Sean Padian LEV Media Group, LLC 781-472-0537 __________________________________________ The documentary film production, On The Line, Where Sacrifice Begins hopes to capture a time and place when many made sacrifices for our advancement. OTL examines the METCO integration experience through the lens of native Boston minority students who attended public school in the affluent suburb of Lexington, MA, along with counter-responses from suburban students directly impacted by the program. - Capturing viewpoints of historians, founders, polarizing activists, teachers, parents and champions of the movement. A collective group boldly committed to a cause greater than themselves. The civil rights movement is often taught as a Southern phenomenon. Yet, the struggle for racial justice occurred all over the country, especially in Northern cities. This documentary reflects back on the civil rights movement in the North: the conflict over how to resolve racial segregation in Boston's public schools in the 1960s and 1970s. the context and decisions that resulted in court-ordered busing, rather than on the violence and tension that followed busing. Investigating the years prior to court-ordered busing helps us better understand current debates about segregation in public schools. Nearly 50 years later, the same conditions that led to racially imbalanced schools in the 1960s and 1970s, namely residential segregation, exist in most American cities and suburbs. Furthermore, many of the strategies suggested by educators, parents, and activists in the 1960s are being proposed today. The participants in this documentary reflect on their early educational journey by sharing firsthand opinions about their individual and collective experiences. As the United States becomes an increasingly racially diverse nation, it is particularly relevant for students to think about how people from different backgrounds build relationships based on mutual respect and shared understandings, and the role of schools in this endeavor. In our increasingly multiracial, multiethnic and metalinguistic nation, it is more crucial than ever that we continue to develop and promote working models of educational institutions that approximate the larger society students will someday join. . . . More than ever, social science research offers powerful evidence of the strong benefits of diversity for students, communities, and a democratic society. Similarly, research has also long demonstrated the detrimental effects of segregation and its ever-present attendant, concentrated poverty, in our public schools on educational opportunity, race relations, and the psychological development of young people. Carl E. Easton Commonwealth Foreign Exchange, Inc. 1747 Pennsylvania Ave, N.W. Suite 850 Washington DC 20006 Sales Trader Direct: 202.955.7174 Fax: 202.280.1441

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