2 Sides to a Coin or I'm Me

2 Sides to a Coin/I'm Me




In middle school (Jr. High) I was good friends with a kid named Kevin Caudle. Kevin was a quiet kid but we shared a similar passion: baseball. We played ball, collected cards, spoke baseball every afternoon in Ms. Moore's Art 8 class. Kevin used to pencil sketch pictures of players off the cards and from sports magazines. He was amazing, a very talented kid. And his favorite player was #14, Mr. Peter Edward Rose. Most remember his lifetime MLB ban for betting on the game (and repeatedly lying about it). But I think of the Big Red Machine igniter, all time hits leader, run thee fuck over Ray Fosse at the plate in the All Star Game, whoop Bud Harrelson's ass at second base, catch Bob Boone's bobble by the dugout in the '80 World Series, full throttle at all times Charlie Hustle. I thank my old pal Kevin for really opening my eyes to see that there was none other to compare. #14 embodied everything you could ever ask in a ball player...on the field.


On the field he was a god. Off the field he was a bit different. His work related indiscretions are well documented (women, etc.) He also suffered from other vices, to say the least. Enough for more than some to feel like he's a piece of shit. So there's a natural polarizing affect on the public. So many are willing to overlook all of Rose's mistakes because of his pastime greatness.But we don't have to look at old Charlie Hustle; just look in the mirror.


The ladies who really feel me see what some don't. The charm is A-1, and I'm rarely not confident. They know my loyalty has no end. They cherish my intellect in an era where being dumb is an asset. I'm a gentleman who strictly deals with sophistication. I'm a rarity, a relic in modern day Babylon. They love it. But there's another side to me, my complexities. I have my share of issues. Abandonment is on the board. I deal with high levels of anxiety. I've dealt with a great amount of loss. Sometimes I push people away. I don't have answers for why. I wish I did at times. But one thing's for certain: if she's gonna be with me she's gotta put up with it all. The good. The not so good. Honestly, I can't even say with certainty that I'm confident there's a lady out there willing to put up with all my ish. But hey, I'm me.


I love the feeling I get when I'm running around town UnB'd up and I get a complement about Crew wear, my soul smiles. In my mind I'm like, "fucking right." Cuz we got, we got the jazz. Crew UnB, through death. The Unbearables Crew is an army, fuck that, A PLANET. #115


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