Choke Sandwich

You know how they say you learn something new everyday...? Well, today I had the privilege of finding out what a "Choke Sandwich" is. By it's urban dictionary definition, a choke sandwich is apparently a peanut butter sandwich minus the jelly; or pretty much any sandwich without any condiment, that makes you feel like your choking while you eat it. Check it out in the Urban Dictionary.

Fashion Monster Party part II : Seersucker & Stilettos

January 23, 2010













1020 Music Boxx :: The Clevelander Hotel :: South Beach, Miami
Next Fashion Monster coming in February...
Stay tuned.

[Sleep] like an Egyptian

If you want to keep your lady-friend happy in bed, here's one basic fundamental practice. Get good bed sheets.

When scanning the market for new sheets, comfort is more than just the top priority – it’s practically the only consideration. Luckily, in the world of sheets, comfort and durability can both be measured in terms of thread count. Thread count is the total number of threads per square inch in a piece of fabric. If you want to quickly determine the quality of a set of sheets, hold them up to the light. Low-quality cotton is thin and transparent.
Higher-quality items, such as a set of 1200 thread count sheets, will feature soft, luxurious fabric with a visible sheen. These sheets are also more durable than others, so they will last longer and resist shrinkage. Muslin sheets, which average somewhere in the neighborhood of 130 threads per square inch, are no substitute for Egyptian cotton.

What's your thread-count?

Grown Man Game #1

A grown-ass man should be able to change a tire, drive a stick-shift, do CPR, set a bone, gut a fish, build a wall, throw a punch, shotgun a beer, build a fire, run a barbecue, change a diaper, recite three lines from Animal House, light a fart, and eat a pu*sy.

I, myself, checked off 8 out of the 14 listed above. What about you?

B*tches vs. Sisters

Bitches vs. Sisters
as quoted by S. Carter

"Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride
Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggaz all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch."

Who Ate My Cheesy Bread

The following story happened about 2 years ago, but as I relaunch my blog, I thought it was a good idea to re-post this. Enjoy.

So the other night I'm in the studio with homeboy and during the recording session we get crazy hungry. My nigga says, "Yo, let's go get some cheesy bread from Dominoe's." Now I myself haven't eaten Dominoe's pizza since I was a teenager and I have never had the cheesy bread before. But I'm like, "F*ck it, it's 2008, time to try some new shit. So we order the pizza and cheesy bread and I was thinking if that 30 minutes or its free shit was still in effect, we would have been all good. Anyway, I had forgotten how good Dominoes pizza actually was. But nevermind that. This cheesy bread shit was a whole 'nother type of beast. I don't know what kind of seasonings they put into that joint, but dammmmm. Dominoe's is onto something with that right there. So I'm eating the cheesy bread thinking to myself how I'ma be rocking with this for a while. That's how I do when I come across something new that I like...

Case in Point:
So the next day my homeboy that I was recording with the night before stops by to pick up a copy of the song we did. I hadn't finished mixing it yet by the time he left the night before. Only now it seems he brought a friend along with him. He introduces me to the nice young lady. I smile and say make yourself at home (not knowing what was about to happen). Me & homey go into my studio and I play him the mix of our song. Homegirl comes back to where we at and asks if she could have something to drink. I said, "Sure, no problem; in fact, feel free to go in the fridge and pour yourself a glass of juice. The cups are near the sink.


Long story short,
Five minutes goes by and my homeboy and I have been listening back to our a record a couple of times. I start to smell the aroma of something cooking. And it smells mad good. I thought maybe my tenants were cooking or something. So I started thinking...damn I'm bout to "go in" on my cheesy bread I saved from last nite.

And here comes shorty walking back down the hallway as I'm making my way to the kitchen. She's wiping her mouth with a napkin, talkin' bout, "I hope you don't mind, but I ate the last piece of cheesy bread you had." What the F*ck!?!

•Music&Style&Charm•

•Music&Style&Charm•

Long time no blog…

I did an interview with this woman from the Miami Herald a few months ago, and the first thing she asked me was… “What do you do?”
And I paused for a minute before answering. In my head I started listing off all the things I do or have done or have had some sort of involvement in. And what I surmised was the following: •Music&Style&Charm•
Everything associated with A Fly Guy encompasses •Music&Style&Charm•



Originally launched in 2007, this blog was supposed to cover all areas of things I felt were interesting; but after a while, I became focused on only things that I had going on. Needless to say, from the outside looking in, I came across “bloggisly” self-centered. So in 2010 I’ve decided to regroup, reformat, and re-approach by blogstyle. So you can look forward to posts that will not only be about me and what I got going on, but there will be general topics associated with •Music&Style&Charm•


Thanks for reading.
Fly Guy