Posted tagged ‘iPhone’

Created a New Blog for Camera Phone Pics

January 13, 2013

Recently, I created a blog dedicated to my camera phone pics.

New Years 2013: behind the bar

I call it Stone Crazy’s Camera Phone Pics. (Click on the title to get there.)

Notice I use the words “camera phone” and not “iphoneography”, a current word for iPhone pics.  I avoided that silly-assed word on purpose.  You never know.  The iPhone may become obsolete.

The blog you’re currently reading shall remain mostly a DJ and nightlife blog, one that I plan to keep going.

Hump Day 12-12-2013 and Peacock, Wally's 12-14-2012 079

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Too Much Thursday Night Booze in Orlando

January 11, 2013

Last night, the automobile and I cruised to Wally’s, located on Mills Avenue in Orlando.

Wally's Sign

I overdid the booze.

Bar counter

Usually, I drink Bud Light.  Yet, my buddies kept buying me rum and cokes.   Then, at the last hour, another bought me a Long Island Iced Tea.

After taking the first pic of this blog with my iPhone, I immediately posted it on Facebook.  One of my Facebook friends mentioned Wally’s wallpaper.  I photographed it, posted the pic on Facebook and dedicated it to him.

Wally's Nude Female Wallpaper

During the last hour,  many of my friends left.  After finishing my Long Island Iced Tea, I left too.

I walked across the street and headed to Lil’ Indies.

Every Thursday, I Don’t See Nothin’ Wrong takes place.  The event plays 90’s hip-hop, soul and dance music.

Rick Jones

Rick Jones

 

Ben Badio: I liked his A Tribe Called Quest t-shirt.  Him and Rick take turns playing the jams.

A Tribe Called Quest t-shirt

 

After the event shut down for the evening, I walked back across the street and headed towards the automobile.  Then, with too much booze still in my system, I cruised home.

Mr. Pierre’s New Years House Party

January 1, 2013

On this New Years, no demands existed for my DJ skills.  So, I attended a friend’s New Years house party instead.

New Years 2013: Fire burning

I wasn’t aware of it being a formal affair.

New Years 2013: formal affair

Something I learned about my iPhone tonight.  Unless you like devil eyes in your pics, leave the flash off.

New Years 2013: devil eyes

Your pics are better off with the grainy look.

New Years 2013: two young ladies

They called this concoction Purple Drank.

New Years 2013: Purple Drank

Yet, I didn’t think it was the same liquid some folks drink when they listen to slowed-down rap music.

Everyone gathered in the living room for the countdown to New Years.

New Years 2013: lving room

After the ball dropped with no Dick Clark this year, couples started kissing.

New Years 2013: kissing

By the way, these two are the host and hostess of the party, Amanda Millar and Michael Pierre AKA Mr. Pierre.

Michael held a special toast,

New Years 2013: a toast

New Years 2013: toast 2

This was my last pic of the evening.

New Years 2013: behind the bar

Around 1:45 AM, I cruised home.

Soon as I got home, I uploaded my photos to the computer and created this very blog.

Happy New Year!

Trayvon Martin’s Death Flashbacked My Teen Years

December 31, 2012

Note: With my new iPhone, I traveled my old stomping ground to illustrate this story.

When I first heard the details of the Trayvon Martin killing, my mind flashed back to Fern Park, Florida.   There I lived in St. John’s Village Apartments.

St, John's Village/Magnolia Groves

St. John’s is now called Magnolia Groves.

For those who have been living on a deserted island, 17 year-old Trayvon Martin was shot dead by 28 year-old George Zimmerman.  Trayvon Martin was coming from the store.  George Zimmerman claimed self-defense for killing an unarmed kid.  This happened in a gated community in Sanford.  Sanford exists a thirty minute drive from Fern Park, and is my hometown.   George Zimmerman is half-Latino and half-white.  Trayvon Martin was African-American.

Trayvon Martin being a 17 year-old African-American inspired my flashback.  Starting at 17, I liked to walk around at night.

Fern Park at Night

I rarely stayed out late.

Sometimes, I went to the store.

Store in Fern Park

 

As Trayvon possessed a taste for Skittles, my taste leaned towards Red Hots.

Red Hots

 

Of course, I had my run-in with cops.  I was a young black male, already assumed guilty before I received  a fair trial.  My most memorable incident happened at this spot, located near the store.

Spot where cops harrassed my ass.

 

Mind you, Fern Park isn’t the hood.  It’s the sub-urbs.

I was nineteen at the time.  Wasn’t doing a damned thing but taking a walk.

A cop car pulled up and stopped  in front of me.  Two white cops stepped out.  Both were middle-aged I think.  One held a huge flashlight, huge enough to knock me in the head.  In a friendly manner, they asked for ID.  Then, they called my driver’s license in.  I behaved because I kept visioning the flashlight knocking me in the head.

After learning I wasn’t a criminal, the cops  soon let me on my merry (and scared) way.

Months later, I just happen to run into a paralegal.  After telling him about my incident with the cops, the guy told me my civil rights had been violated.

This is why I flashback when I think about Trayvon Martin.  He reminds me of my own teenaged years.  As of this writing, I’m forty-three.  Thinking about my teen years, I sometimes wonder if what happened to Trayvon Martin could have happened to me.

 

Fern Park at night. Abstract.