Photo by: Earlson Vios

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Day 15 of 44* — is dedicated to Vinsanity. I used to wanna jump like Vince Carter. When I was a kid I wrote short stories about an imaginary young boy growing up in Brooklyn, NY. A high school basketball player with high hopes of being a superstar at all levels. I was never an athlete, boxing is as close as I’ve come. Writing the lifestyles of one for so long allowed me to appreciate the gritty mentality the best of them maintain.

The first book I wrote, ‘BOURGEOISIE I’, is about a boy who comes to the refined city of ‘America’. After his father escapes border wars back home near their tribal land in Africa, they arrive and begin to adjust well living in the city. He gets recognized in sports, and becomes level headed only to find himself playing a role for everyone he meets. One of the roles he plays is the imaginary young boy I wrote about growing up in Brooklyn. But these stories don’t take place in New York City.

Surviving above the heat of colors, Port Avanti becomes his shadow. Along the Atlantic Coast is hundreds of miles of renovated lofts, towering condos, contemporary office buildings, and the bourgeoisie.

At the age of 11, Rigil is separated from his father and sister. School days become an eternity, dad works graveyard, meanwhile sister is spending weekends with friends. He’s left with basketball, and later in high school, football to become a two-sport athlete.

This is book one of the Divine IX Trilogy. Where Rigil explains through his journal to the city how he ‘fixed’ racism. First arriving on refined American soil, later to become the first of a beastly humming soul.

I’ll stop there, and pick up on the city of PA next week.

Donate to my GoFundMe and receive a free copy of each book in the trilogy when complete! (BOURGEOISIE I, BOURGEOIS II, and BOUJEE III)

I was horrible in basketball, football scared me, but ended up falling in love with boxing. After the 10,000 hour rule, boxing reminded me why I sucked at hoop and football.

I had no grit.

Rigil’s stories were developed at my most excruciating points of exhaustion; running up hills, working out in the cold, under the sun, and meditating.

I’m no Vinsanity but the visuals on my runs are insane to me. The imaginary little boy ended up asking, “can you share my stories on behalf of Port Avanti?”

-Budd

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I once thought long & hard about the challenges we give ourselves daily, of finding an eternal feeling of joy and abundance. Through inspirational explorations of my past, I've digested each experience with gratitude. Here on @vehicledigest.net you'll see what allows me to display my enthusiastic lifestyle. Allowing the words to be my vehicle through creativity, elegance, and wit.

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