Wearing the 45

Nothing else to say….I’ll be catching up with you all soon!!!!!! CAN I TALK MY SHIT: The Return….. 

Phil-Osphy 101: “Decisions”

“People are quicker to assume as opposed to learning, “The Why” behind a decision or certain movements one makes. What they fail to realize is, outside of a few there is no one you really owe an explanation to. Unless they’re are inquiring, because they want to show support then let them in on the though process. If it to ridicule you, then keep it moving”

Phil-Osphy 101 “Dreams”

“Making your dreams come true is the hardest, most rewarding thing you’ll do in your life…. Honestly everyone doesn’t it have it in them to stay the long course… Takes dedication… Determination…. Discipline… And most importantly Sacrifice…. Like the old gatorade ad used to say, “Is it in you?” – Can I Talk My Shit (Phillip Wilds Jr.)

All’s Fare in MTA & NYPD

The Avoidable

As I write this, a young black man is probably being handcuffed. He is most likely on his way to the precinct for something he could have avoided. To be perfectly honest I do not feel a bit of sorrow for his situation. One thing about me is I keep it 100% real, especially when I'm writing these blog posts. So, I will tell my story and let you be the judge.

I get dropped off to the Aqueduct A-Train station so I can hear home from a long night at work. I see a NYPD officer going into one of their secret room in the train station as I swipe my metrocard. I had just missed my train, so now I have to wait about 20 minutes for the next one to come. One thing I have noticed about this particular train station is since the Casino opened, Police presence has been increased. Understandably, with people leaving the casino with their new found fortunes anything could happen to them.

I'm sitting for about 5 minutes when a group of young black adults, ranging from the ages of 20-25 come into the train station. A group of 3 men and 3 women. Now you know anyone coming from a perceived good time are automatically loud, regardless of race. Same goes for this particular group. They go to buy their metrocards to pay the fare. While doing this they become increasingly obnoxious, but a none threat to anybody. Just some young people trying to have a good time.

One young man and his female companion swipe their metrocard, with the young lady going through the turnstile in front. Two people going through on one swipe. I'm thinking ,"This Cop is going to come out any minute." I kept my eye on the door. Before I could finish blinking, he rushes out to apprehend the first group of turnstile jumpers.

While this is going on, the male and female with the loudest mouths are not paying attention to their friends getting booked, repeat the same action infront of the officer. Like really!!!! How dumb can you be???? Realizing his mistake, the loudmouth tries to turn around and pay for his fare now. Of course the officer is not having that, because he already detained the dude's friends, he watched him to through also while he was in the act of detaining.

The last group goes through properly, but the loudmouth starts arguing with the cop. His argument ,"I paid twice. I should not have to give my ID" The Cop's rebuttal," Yeah you paid twice, after you had already came through and realized what was going on with your friends right in your face. You were so busy being loud you did not even notice".

Now LoudMouth is getting upset. He refuses to give his idea on the grounds of his payed twice notion. Then he decides to pull "The Race Card". It becomes almost laughable, simply because your skin color did not put you in your current predicament. Your own stupidity did.

As I left, because my train was coming the officer was about to handcuff him, due to him becoming increasingly aggressive. Now he went from a fine to possible getting arrested all for $2.25 I just thought about, "What if this was my son who did this?" What do you think my reaction would be????

Dear 20’s

Going Out With A Bang!!!!

Dear 20’s,
I realize our time together is coming to an end. I just wanted to say a few things to you before we part forever. I know your busy with those who are still under your umbrella, but please hear me out for a second. By the time you receive this letter I may have already left your side. Hopefully, I can get these thoughts to you before hand.

When we first met March 12,2002, I had no idea what you had planned for me. Truth be told, I was just excited at the chance of meeting you. I was a know it all who knew nothing about life. You knocked me on my ass right away. “My homie 19 would have never done that to me,” I thought. I did not know that was your way of preparing me for the changes that would come during our time together.

Somehow you knew it would take more than the number of my age to make me a man. I can honestly say I’m leaving you better than when we met. Just look at me. I have changed so much. It was all thanks to you.

During our time together I have gone through the most changes I could possibly go through. I met the woman who I would ultimately decide to share my life with. Now that I think of it, she was with u also. I became father. I have lost . Through everything good or bad I leave stronger. I became a man. I became an adult.

Why do things have to change? Why can’t I just stay stuck in this period with you forever? You knew better than me that our time together has to be for this period. It just feels like it all went away so fast. I’ve been blessed to enter and leave you 20’s with the same team I came to you with. Even we have all changed. Be good to my 201st Brethren while they are still with you, since I won’t be around you guys in that capacity anymore. I’ll be there to greet them at the next decades door.

This is is our last weekend together. March 12,2012, I meet the number that’s going to keep me for the next decade. It’s been fun while it lasted. We’ll see each other again. You still have my family and friends. So I’ll peek on you guys from time to time. Not to mention your going to meet my children on your own specific journeys together. Oh, but as for us we’ll link up again October 23,2028.  Until then I bid you farewell, but this weekend we’re going to do it like we used to.  In honor us!!!!!

Thanks For The Memories,

Phillip Wilds Jr.(Can I Talk My Shit?)

Saving Time

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Time changes….  It changes you… It changes the people around you…  Time can be viewed as an enemy,  stealing away precious seconds from our youth.  Wanting to stay stuck in a moment of our lives,  we hang on to things that remind us of days gone by.  While we want the wonder years to remain,  the clock keeps moving.  Waste enough time,  you will look yourself in the mirror and wonder where did it all go.  As I log in my hours on life’s clock, hopefully I continue to gain wisdom that can be passed down to my children.  Things that they can pass down to their children and so forth.  That is the key to immortality.  In the end your legacy stays on this earth long after you have parted ways with it.  How we have decided to spend our time define who we are…. Always remember, your actions can possibly outlast  any clocks TICK… TOCK…. TICK… TOCK…

Hello 2K12

Welcome To The New Year

Another year has come and gone. The year 2011 had one common theme for me. Change!!!! I experienced professional change. I experienced relationship change. I experienced personal change. My life as with anyone else’s has gone through its own set of trials and tribulations. I fall down, just so I can get right back up.

No matter how old I get, there’s always more that I can learn. That’s how you grow as a person, realizing that you do not have all the answers. As long as your searching for them, you can measure your growth that way.

This year I end my 20’s to enter my 30’s. A new decade, a new me but with a twist of the old. We can call it Phil 3.0. Maybe, Phil: Act III. My evolution as a human being, a man, a father, and husband will be on display in all of its glory. I thank God for every blessing I have and have yet to receive. I hope if I have changed over the years, the ones I love understand the person I am today. They are the building blocks of who I am also.

With this new year my new theme I’ll carry will be…. Inspiration…… I hope everyone finds theirs

“Get a dream. Hold on to it and shoot for the sky”- Dusty Rhodes

It’s All About You!!!

Mrs. Wilds… No Hyphen

By Phillip Wilds Jr.

The taste of you,

Still crosses my lips

The scent of you,

Embedded on my pillow

The touch of you,

Still caresses my soul

The thought of you,

engages my mind

The love for you,

Always in my heart

Phil’s Series of Unfortunate Events 2: Following The Yellow Brick Road

A Day That Keeps On Giving!!!!

I have had some bad days, but this one goes on my Top 10 list easily. The whole time I think, “Staying home would have been safer.”. My day started to improve as the work day finished. I feel a calm come over me at the thought of going home. There truly is no place like home. “The Day” just could not leave me alone.

My journey home started like any other trip home. The normal Airtrain to Howard Beach, then the A train. I get to Howard Beach right as The A train comes. This is great because it is about a 10 minute trip. “I’ll be home in no time,” I thought as I boarded. I sit back waiting the train to push off, but it is not moving.

“We are delayed, because the Broad Channel Bridge is open. We will be moving shortly,” the conductor announces over the P.A. system. Now, it is going to take a little longer then expected, but still I’m fine with that. I start playing with my phone as I wait. I decide I’ll start a new blog entry about my day. I do not get to it right , because I had some other rough drafts to go through. As I do this I’m unaware of how much time has gone by.

I stop what I’m doing to call my wife to see what she’s up to. As we are talking I say,” I’m at Howard Beach, the bridge is open so the train is still sitting here. As a matter of fact that was 45 minutes ago.”. I kind of shocked myself at the amount of time waiting at the station. We hang up, I wait another 30 minutes for the train to push off.

I get to the next station Broad Channel an announcement comes on, “Due to problem closing the bridge, Broad Channel will be the last stop. For passengers continuing to Far Rockaway, there is shuttle bus service outside the station.”. Everyone on the train get the same dejected look on their face that I have. I rush outside the train station knowing that a crowd would be forming for the shuttle. Funny thing happens, there is no shuttle bus. Now, you have hundreds of stranded, angry commuters with no way to get home.

The Broad Channel station is not too far from Cross Bay Blvd, there we could catch the bus. On Cross Bay there are two options to take. The Q53(Limited Stops) and the Q21(Local Stops) to reach Far Rockaway. The closest stop to the train station actually has both buses listed. Now my only problem is there is a mob of people all waiting for the same two buses. Bus after Bus pass the crowd, not wanting to stop. The size keeps increasing due to train after train becoming out of service. I get a bright idea.

“I should walk to the next bus stop before this one, instead of waiting with this crowd. I’ll have a better chance at getting a bus to stop,” I thought. A few other people had the same idea, but not as many as the group that was at the bus stop. So I proceed to the next bus stop which happens to be a Q21 stop. About 30 minutes later, two Q21’s bypass this stop that I’m at. Frustration starts to take over. “Fuck this I’ll just walk to another stop,” thinking now besieged with anger.

I start to walk, but there is no bus stop in sight. Did I fail to mention it started raining by this time, walking with suede loafers, and no umbrella. This walk took forever. Literally, I was walking for about 30 mins. The only good thing was no bus had passed during thins time. I finally complete my journey. I finally catch a Q53. I take it to the Q22 stop so I can finally get home.

I get to this next bust stop, only to see another crowd. A Q22 comes right away, but due to the size of the crowd everyone could not get on. I have to wait for the next one. I catch this one. I get home in about 5 mins. As I walk down the block all I can think is,” My Chinese food from last night better be I’m the refrigerator”

As, I approach the fridge an erie feeling overtakes me. “I know it’s not in there. This will top everything off. Greedy asses!!!!”. I grab the door handle and pull the door slowly. I close my eyes in order to brace myself for unwanted results. It’s open now and so are my eyes, my food is there. My glorious food is where I left it. The smallest things can mean so much.

As I eat my food, I sit back and reflect on the perils of my day. The Day won, but I got my food. That is all that mattered in the end. I thought it would be a good time to update my blog. Share with the world what happened to me. I begin to type.

There are somedays where nothing seems to have the desired result……….

Phil’s Series of Unfortunate Events

Oh What A Day!!!!

August 12,2010

There are somedays where nothing seems to have the desired result. Any and every that could possibly go wrong does. “Somebody in the cosmos has it out for me,” you think to yourself. Well, today was such a day for me. I do not believe in any form of luck, good or bad, but I could have used some good luck.

The day started out with me over sleeping my alarm. The ringing went off, while I continued to roll over. I finally get up and realize that I may be late, so I hop straight in the shower. I finally make my way to work. The train came as soon as I got to the station, helping me make it to work early for once.

I slide my hand in my bag to retrieve my I.D. only to come up empty. I proceed to check all of the pockets to the same results. Well if I didn’t work at the airport(JFK) then this would not be an issue. I work after security in what is called a secured area, meaning without an Port Authority I.D. or boarding pass getting in is not an option. I end up having to turn around, go all the way home, and come back to work.

After the I.D fiasco, my day starts to flow ok. The early part starts to come together as I work my way into a groove. Things start to look up. I decide to go to Mc. Donald’s to get my breakfast. I order a Sausage, Egg & Cheese Mc Griddle with a coffee. I go find my seat so I can eat, open my bag to find that I only got two sugars for my coffee. I’m thinking ,”What the fuck am I going to do with two sugars!!!!!”. I decide to leave that issue for last, because that Mc Griddle was calling my name. I bite into my sandwich savoring that first taste. I take a second only to taste the bottom piece of the Mc Griddle cold and hard. I’m thinking, “How the fuck do you only heat up half a sandwich?”. Instead of taking it back, I gut the sandwich to eat the insides. Now, I have to walk to Starbucks to get sugar for my coffee. So much for breakfast!!!!!!!!

Breakfast was a disaster, making question the decision to leave the house. I decide to make the best of the remainder of my work day. Work finishes rather quickly, leaving me with an optimistic feeling regarding the remainder of my day. Little did I know the joke was on me. The day had other plans for me………..