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Right on time. The broken foot saga seems to be coming to an end and I’m beyond thankful. I rarely get nervous but I can’t lie, the amount of horror stories I heard about how fifth metatarsals are the worst bone to break in the human body, there were a few moments I was unsure about my recovery.

I’m nowhere near 100% (still have four weeks of rehab to do) but I’m pushing this thing to the max and forcing it to get better — and it’s working. So much that I’m standing easily now, wearing regular shoes, and walking with little discomfort two weeks ahead of schedule. So much that I was able to engage in a snowball fight with my younger brother last night…

I just thank all of ya’ll who helped me push through and kept my spirits high. I definitely let a bunch of people down with this injury but I can’t say it wasn’t a blessing. I learned just how much you can do even when you don’t have something you think you need. Not once did I feel sorry for myself or act like some helpless victim. We thugged it out like we thug out every other card life hands us.

Shout out to my moms for her greatness from the minute I limped into her home that December night on one foot till now as I get ready to say goodbye and get back to New Jersey. Shout out to all my friends and fam who said prayers and sent well wishes. The love was felt and I promise I’ll remember it forever.

Now no more foot talk forever…let’s get back to the game. Put me in coach!

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So the story goes a little something like this…It’s December 1st, 2010. Minus a few days in Atlanta, one or two in Philly, and a night in Jersey, i had been home in the DMV area for most of November. Kind of half vacation/half work/half family time type deal (me and my many halves). Woke up excited to be getting back to Jersey to put in motion all the stuff I had been setting up while down here but “you seen what that last run did to Deniro”. My bags were packed, already said goodbye to the family, even had my toll money ready to hit the turnpike. But before I could leave, we had to complete the “Better Days” video shoot. “Better Days” is a song of mine and the video kind of summarizes the year that has been as well as gives a glimpse into the future for me and my people.

So we’re at Bowie State University shooting Zoe’s basketball scene. When we get there, the first thing Fresco, the director, says to me is “I bet you can’t score on me”. To this I smirk and sigh because I play basketball everyday with semi-pro’s and score on them, who is a measly director to diss me like this. So I grab the ball, dribble-dribble-dribble, turn around on him, raise up, fade-away and swish! The crowd goes wild. The next hour or two we film Zoe and myself and the vid is coming out well. Now we’re supposed to be off to Georgia Avenue in DC to get one last shot that I really wanted when Fresco decides to challenge me again. This time I sigh and don’t smirk — is he serious? Again? He asks repeatedly and I say no. I was in work mode, tired, ready to go, not properly dressed — just name it and it was wrong. But you’re only gonna challenge me so many times before I accept. So I accepted.

We play a quick game to 5 which to his credit he won. No excuses. He played the game of his life and I wasn’t really there mentally which is probably how the next thing happened. He won but still wanted more; he said “let’s make it to 7″. At this point my eyes light up like your OCD neighbors house on December 25th. I decide that despite not wanting to play, I’m gonna turn it up on this boy and teach him who’s boss….like Carlito once said: “dumb move man, dumb move. But it’s like them old reflexes coming back.” I score, score again, then miss. He grabs the rebound and scores. So now he needs one more bucket to win and I’m not gonna let that happen. So as he drives (after a travel I might add) to the basket I jump up to contest the shot, land awkwardly, hear a POP, fall like I had been shot and look up just in time to see Fresco’s game winner going in and my December and January plans go away.

No one’s fault. The chain of events that led to this happening are so much that you have to chalk it up to inevitability. Fact of the matter is I do way too much. I move and talk like a man who might die tonight because I always have that feeling like everyday is my last day. I go from state to state, neighborhood to neighborhood, gym to track, studio to office, airplane to bus — sometimes all in a 48 hour span. I’m not saying I’ll slow down because even now on crutches I’m still bouncing all over the house, still finding creative ways to workout, still working on building Da Fam up to be the best thing since……………nothing has been as great as we will be.

This whole thing is on video too but I don’t like hearing the pop at the end so I’ll pass on sharing it for now. Maybe later. The only sad part to the whole thing is my poor mother. She already was dealing with 99 things and I just gave her a hundredth one for no reason. I laughed when the doctor said my metatarsal was broken, she cried. I don’t like seeing her cry. She cried because she worries. I laughed because I don’t. Time will prove that she shouldn’t either. Everything will be ok. Give a guy like me two months to “rest” and I just might reinvent the wheel.

“YOU KNOW I PROMISED YOU THEM BETTER DAYS BABY!”

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