I accidentally came across this site last December. I was in the process of finishing my upcoming book (to be released hopefully this November) and was conducting some on-line research of (no homo Juelz Santana) Camron when bol's site popped up with all types of no homo this and how Camron was all types of fagged out that. After reading that post, I was hooked on what I now consider to be e-crack. Being born in a different decade than most of you young fucks, I barely knew what an effin blog was. However, day after day, this muh-fucker Byron Crawford would drop all types of insane science about this idjit, that idjit and the third and it was scary how I agreed with almost everything that was being written. See, it felt right because as most of you know, I'm a 10 year + music industry exec and believe me when I tell you, most of the cats in that industry are coked out fags very happy to be dildoed up the arse by the tall Israelis running the biz. After having my fill of all the bullshit that goes on in that game, I knew instinctively that I needed a change of pace. I set my sights for film and television and in December of 2003, I packed up my shit and took a well deserved break.
Well, having three kids and a wife, my well deserved break took a major effin detour when, with no benefits and no steady form of income, I realized that I was effin unemployed FOR A FUCKING YEAR AND SIX MONTHS!!! Being way up there in age (late thirties), and being a jig, negro, nigga, whatever you fucks call us, I awoke to the fact that my shit was severely screwed. With my dual Ivy League degrees looking virtually useless (undergrad and law school) it became downright scary when no one, and I mean no one would hire my black ass. Interview after interview, white fagged out or dyked out face after white fagged out or dyked out face, I continued to collect L's in the form of rejection after rejection. I must have applied to like, 750 positions over the past year and a half. Meanwhile, bills piled up, basic utilities like phone, cell, gas and heat were getting continuously cut off and on, niggas was living all up in my crib with no types of insurance, wifey had to take up a job teaching inner city inmates in Brooklyn's worst public school zones and my shit was all round ragged, janky and assed out. The only thing that helped me keep my sanity and dignity intact was this site. I started commenting in January, and even reached out to Byron directly via e-mail letting him know that he was writing some of the hottest and realest shit I've seen in a long effin time (no homo). Dude, realizing my background was tight (no homo) invited me to guest write. During this time, I was doing a Morgan Spurloch and decided that throughout the month of February, I would, after dropping my kids off to school, get drunk all day for twenty eight effin days! During this continuous drunken state, I created the nom de plume "Combat Jack", my first post was about how pimped out Pope John Paul was, and the rest was history. (I really was drunk for the whole effin month and I don't recommend that shit for anyone to try).
Man we had a ball, no homo, from Jigga to Jacko to, who can forget "Combat Jack's 5 Gulliest Moments In The Music Industry"? Shit was flowing and I got my effin mojo back. Sheet, I even created a Combat Army of Bitches, got me posted up in the Village Voice's blog rock, and most importantly (no homo Juelz Santana) met up with Byron Crawford AND his mom's last month while they were both in Brooklyn. Believe me when I tell you, Byron Crawford is Black, actually, he's a BIG ASS NIGGA!!! (no homo).
Well, like all good things, shit must come to an end. I finally convinced those fags up at a certain MAJOR Music TeleVision network to hook a nigga up with a job. I also convinced those cats at said Music TeleVision Network to give me a Vice President position (WORD). It's a cool situation because it's a creative job and I get a chance to make some changes within the system (at least that's what the tall Israelis told me when they offered me the gig) and they are paying me BIG time Bitches!!! I start next Monday and I know that when cracka ass cracka is paying a nigga the type of $$$$ they're paying me, that that certain Music TeleVision Network basically owns my black ass lock, stock and effin barrel. Gone are the days when I could casually (and drunkenly) write some shit on this site, shit, I'm damn near afraid to pull this site up at work! Yeah ya'lls, CJ is gone for now. But if I play my shit right, I'm sure as hell going to try to convince dem tall Israelis to produce the Music TeleVision original "Byron Crawford 1/2 Hour Variety Show". That's my word!!! Byron, good looking out my knukka!!! You're the fucking best, don't stop this shit right here (no homo). The rest of you bitches, it's been real. OUT!!!!