About Me

Doctor AbrACEive [uh-brey-siv, -ziv] is the oldest of three sons. Born in rural Mississippi, I was not introduced to the finer things of life. Both my mother and father as with most of my family completed high school and have been working ever since. Everyone I knew would not let me settle to be mediocre when it came to education. I learned to read pretty early, so I have been told, and I had an love for comics, football cards, He-Man figures, and Hot Wheels.

I can break my life down into a few stages with each defining the character of Doctor AbrACEive.

Papa Smurf

I was an only child until I was about six. Up until that time, I interacted with babysitters, elderly family members, teenage aunts and uncles, and cousins. Sheltered is an understatement when it comes to defining this phase. My mom allowed me to go outside and play alone for hours on end. Along came a brother but it was too late to learn to share. The fact that a little brother also meant that most of my "prized" possessions would be at risk of being mishandled. I took an interested in road maps which showed me that small town Mississippi was not the world.

By the end of this phase, I was a selfish child that always wanted to win.

 Pokey

The name was actually started to insult my speed or lack there of. My friends at the time took the name and ran with it. So in the face of the guy that opposed me for a position on the football team, I became a somebody in the sea of preteens. I was still pretty much a loner at this time. The new status sparked an interest to connect with my peers. School wasn't much of a challenge so I had time to venture out into new things. Rap music came with an introduction to BET and MTV. Sex piqued my interest with the discovery of Hustler magazine and porn movies. Shout out to Dominique Simone. Yet and still, I may not have been winning popularity contests; I was getting noticed by the opposite sex and had friends who held different talents than myself. 

I won a meaningless popularity vote, or maybe not so popular since no one else ran, decided to join the Marines, and chose a university to pimp me out for the next four years or so. I had learned that one can dance the dance but being a celebrity isn't a guarantee of success.

Boy Wonder

College was a continuation for me more so than a new beginning. I had to learn to juggle the life of being a weekend warrior and an honor student. That didn't work out too well because I began to think that grades were bullshit and did not reflect knowledge acquired. Why else could a person pass a test and still not have the faintest idea of the concepts of a subject. This was the first time that I defined myself. I could give a fuck about others and became a rather offensive young man. My circle of friends were guys who did not fit the image of the traditional college student. We were harsh talkers but never took anything personal. As a member of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, I was given a level of respect that I didn't understand; I did as I was told and had no ambition to be more than I was. I just wanted to make it to the end of my contract, which should expire around the same time as my graduation.
College classes were not much of an issue for the Boy Wonder (I often talked in 3rd person a la The Rock), but Boy Wonder had to deal with the business of institutions of higher learning and the first real long lasting relationship. Yep, for the first time, life was a bitch and alcohol was my friend.

A-Town/Damn Fool

The motto for this phase had to be something to do with not cheating fate. This all came about when my unit was activated to serve in Iraq only a few months following the celebration of graduating college. If a person had a heel turn in life, this would be the point for me. The promo would have to be the day I walked outside in the heat of the desert and declared that the world could suck a fat diseased dick. I celebrated my 24th birthday in the sandbox as well as so many other holidays. I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do with my life if and when I returned to the homeland. I tried to seek meaning from all areas and re rooted myself in my Faith. It took a strong network to keep me calm, but I began to judge everyone and everything. I saw that the education system was not set up to favor someone from my background; at the same time, using that as an excuse not to climb the mountain of life was unacceptable. For the first time, I looked down upon anyone that tried to tell me how I need to live my life. I took my place as a fighter to help advance people similar to me. This was not always a racial, male driven perspective but an empowerment move for people that were not given a chance to grow from those that have made it.

I started a blog to exercise my mental muscle and broadcast my thoughts. I wanted to let people know why I was here.

Doctor AbrACEive

Fuck people! I can be cool with anyone but I'm not going to let my associations make me or break me. Whatever I accomplish is through my own work. I am not defined by gender, race, name, family, job, or status. The battles I fight are for my interests as soon as I am not interested, I'm out. I have that right. You have the right to be you as well. I can judge you as you can me. Whatever label you want to give me, the stereotype probably will not fit me after a while. I conform only to survive and rock the boat because I am an individual dammit. I love how I love; your perception of such is only needed to entertain me. I may be crazy to you, but I'm doing me. Alcohol is still my friend, violence is cool, porn is not evil nor is sex, freedom isn't free and most will never pay for it (the ones that do will never have it), no matter how much you're paid you will always be overpaid or underpaid.

The blog and podcast are just a snippet of who I really am....or is it?