The Place

Silliness stops when you settle in and realize some time is wasted.

It’s time that is priceless

We look for answers when we don’t set goals

We look for answers to our goals when we feel stuck

It’s been sticking season

I’ve been stuck

Silliness ensues when you lose focus and accept self limiting beliefs

I can’t think beyond this place and time

It’s time that is priceless

We set goals

We run from mistakes

It’s been sticking season

I’ve been stuck


Back To Business

The deals are always out there. The hustle is always upon us. The gifts to share with others are priceless. Back to business, in my many attempts to grow a business I seem to start over. With the urge to do better with the next idea. These ideas come often and usually stay around until the fire dies. Why does this lack of commitment happen I often ask myself, but quickly forget as I am on to the next idea.

Back to business again. Foxtrail Clothing Company. Well that went 30 days and died. But the clothing concept was fire. I swear the ideas were on point. The jacket, joggers and hem tees were going to be a hit. Hold on, how much for the set? Well pricing was going to be $55 for a windbreaker jacket, $30 for the joggers and $15 for the hem tees. Foxtrail clothing was going to be a hit. (Orders bulk from China and sadly found out that large wasn’t a US large.) Instead of sticking with the idea, the passion died. Nothing became of Foxtrail.

Back to business though. Bracelets and Laces. The idea was simple; team the wrist with sneakers. Well I’m a sneakerhead and with a good sense of wrist fashion. Selling laces and adding gold tips. At that time Kanye West sneakers had the gold tips, and it was a hot item. So jumping on that fashionable trend I decided to market bracelets and laces, plus gold and black tips for the laces. Genius. The bracelets were a hit. People bought them and enjoyed that fashion. The laces never had a chance. Feeling that I needed both to consider this a good business, that fire burned out. Bracelets and Laces flamed out.

The ideas to start a business is always the passion. Having setbacks seems to always hit hard and moving on from those ideas instead of working it out is a problem. Once having the success of SoleShoecase and The Epic Sports Show fadeaway I have always in a way tried to get that same passion back. Reviewing sneakers, while podcasting about sports seems to meet my life long dreams. Forgetting how to much I need that hustle back I look to sit-down and write.

The Dyme was suppose to be a weekly podcast about all things basketball. Looking at the clock every Thursday 8pm I’d find myself at the gym or working overtime. The feeling of recording wasn’t driving me. I needed to find that passion again. Time to excuse myself from the excuses of why. Find a way to become the person I’ve always wanted to be.

Back to the business of writing, blogging or I like to say jotting. WordPress on my phone. I find a song and zone out too. Currently Silence – They. on heavy repeat until this post is done. I found my ave and I jot. Tackling ideas with words, writing and writing. The feeling to release. Sadly often these stay in my draft inbox, never shared. But now seems like a good time to put the pen and pad aside and publish Jottersave. Show the world a Mad Jotter. The many thoughts to share. Writers write. It’s random but it’s something you need to read.

The deals are always out there. The hustle is always upon us. The gifts to share with others are priceless. Back to business, in my many attempts to grow a business I seem to start over. Back to the business of sharing thoughts. The Mad Jotter Presents: Something you should read often…



Ever since
Slow walking
Heavy breathing
Emotions bask in the glory of…
Train of thought?!?
My trainers thought
My trained thoughts
I Pause
I Reflect
I Surrender
It’s been different
Ever since

What Does 

Searching for you repeatedly 

Skip tracks just in search of you

Playlist one track

Just in search of you 


Damaging the player

Evolving into 







The mentions of 

The chatter was

The communication … Well

Breathe …

I am here for you 

I want you here with me 

Help me understand 

Breathe …

Breathe …

Breathe …

The mentions of 

Reader That Writes


So often we look for the reasons not to do what it is we want to do.

We push off the urge in deciding to be great to pursue the greatness in others.

We lose out, or we feel it was a gain.

We start to dream about, or we change goals to meet the new need to be.

Did the dream become a fantasy and the goals come reality?

Did life offer a new outlook that we must not miss out on?

Is the possibility of serving greater than the reality of being served?

Can we talk a break?


Building a habit

Gaining the knowledge

Showing the progression

Loving the process



We were in a … 
Hold on wait … 

I’m sure I was in a … 

Wait were you even present when we were in a …
Just cause

If it’s understood then understanding the messenger isn’t questioned

If it’s questioned then the bible didn’t answer your question

If it’s misunderstood then basically the message was not meant for you

Just cause it’s said doesn’t mean it meant for you said the messenger 

The audience applauded is disbelief 


We will believe anything that smiles 

Just cause

I sat in a place with no bathrooms, and after the 3rd cup of tea I realized the empty cup might service a purpose …

Religion Rant

My mother would disown me. At any thought that religion is a barrier. Sometimes hindering people who are capable of more. Now in this rant I’m not saying religion isn’t helpful, false or bad for society. What I will point out is this it is dying, or finding its way to the back of the closet. The bible points out these are the signs of the last days. Let’s get back on track. 

Religion, it’s a belief that something above us, is watching our every moment. Some believe there is a God. I am a part of the some, my mother raised her children to be God fearing. And God fearing I am. But there were always questions about the catorgies of right and wrong. Wants and desires. Giving versus taking, and poverty versus wealth. The concepts always had me wondering. Are the rich blessed, do they wake up rich? Is their faith better than mine? Should I work to get rich or will it come to me? The poor are poor because they have less faith, right? They sin way too much? I don’t want to sin way too much but my rich friend sins a great deal, are my sins in a different category? Does he sin and repent? I wanted what we kept praying for in church, the cars and the house. The stuff we saw on music videos, and I would think if I didn’t believe in God would I have that stuff? Mind you my mother raised me to be a God fearing man. How do I get what the rich seemed to be blessed with? Why are the poor left wanting? Questions were asked but the answers never made sense. You just have to believe?!? What does that mean?

The bigger picture came when I move to my dads house. By that time I was 15 and trying to find myself. My mothers house had way too many rules, and I was resenting everything, questioning everything. My fathers house offered a freedom feeling. A carelessness to life. Let life lead and be lead. Excited about the possibility of this newness, I experimented with everything I could. Challenging my religious beliefs and doing what I thought was living. My father was not really religious, but believed in God. He would always say believe in God and everything would be alright, and that usually happened on his advice speeches. What does that even mean? But with that said I’d believe in God and still do what I wanted never really understanding the conflict between my mothers was of thinking and my fathers way. I would feel guilty for stealing, then feel joy for not getting caught. Then feel confused about why I would even put myself in that situation, this thinking bible versus- thou shall not steal. But living with my father over the years created the drive for things. I wanted everything I thought I couldn’t have. And I was getting them. I’d see my past and feel bad that I was so emotionless. I gave no care as to who I had to hurt to get what I wanted. Besides its going to be okay, if I can’t have it, I’ll have a fit. If somebody else got what I wanted I’d hold a grudge. But throughout all this gain my mindset never got out of the emotional guilt I would bear for obtaining material things. Constant war with religion and how I interpreted my mothers way of thinking versus my fathers versus my own. I was never happy. The thrill of obtaining filled a void, after the conquest I would go back into a mood of woe is me. I was truly never happy. The type of self-destruction would eventually, cause me lose it all. 

So we ask what does religion have to do with this? Well everything and nothing. Anytime we learn a new subject in whether in school or at work, we usually study it until it becomes habit. We want to know everything about the subject so we aspire to become subject matter expects. The problem with religion is we aren’t subject matter expects. We become delusional to our wants and desires. Religion teaches us many things, but many things are taken out of context. We use what will benefit us. And disregard what we feel isn’t important. We create mental blocks as to why something didn’t go our way and focus so heavily on something that won’t last. Example car, house, job. We in turn think our laziness will be rewarded the harder we pray, we label it sacrifice. 

So why does religion work for some and not others? Since we used to be a God fearing nation. We believed in the terms of war. Take what we feel is ours. After reading the meek shall inherit the earth- Bible. I’ve started to get this evolution of understanding. Warriors die and those who are left are the meek. Not every one goes to war. Not every warrior dies, but the meek do inherit the earth. I always thought that bible versus was saying let others walk over you, sit back do nothing and you will get what was suppose to be for them. Their riches will be yours. Which you can believe what you want but that’s totally not the case. Being meek doesn’t mean you have to be a pushover. Or passive aggressive. That’s just one example of how religion can work against people. If you don’t understand what you’re learning and you’re relying on somebody else’s interpretation, you become their slave. Just like in school you studied for tests or did homework on your free time, many religious followers don’t put in much effort outside their place of worship. 

We can’t let religion create barriers, but some will. Others will feed off the weak minded, and further give religion it’s burial. The more self help teachings that are created the less people are going to places of worship to find their answer to life. A cycle in which the Greeks saw Gods and Goddess turn into myths. Religion is in danger falling into a myth. People have and will continue to question their faith and wonder why they are struggling. Resentment will grow, and religious leaders will be blamed. And our dear religion will be left defenseless because, the end is near, and people aren’t taking the time to understand what they believe in. I’m a God fearing man. I had to understand what I believed in, and with that understanding came a calmness in which im still learning how to be calm. The confusion or paradox that I felt with my mothers way and fathers way are still there, but I admit that we might not think the same about religion. But I am truly happier with the path I am finding is good for me.