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…


Chemical Puzzles

The chemicals that have killed my relationships are distant but still viewable. The faults in which I let greed take control of desire weighted heavily. The willingness to find want in the arms of what’s new and thinking that old would always be available. Now the lies that bare truth, I’ve missed the journey of happiness. In searching for these moments I’ve passed on those moments. Want was a desire that caused me to miss that. Now I’m here thinking this…
So the chemicals in which I’ve drawn my high off of have faded and the mirror shows a reflection I’ve been hiding from… Self preservation was confused with self deprecation… The faults found in accepting the wrongs in life clouded the right to bare arms, to bare skin… Now I’m here and you’re watching my puzzling expressions, let me not explain… Watch as I piece this puzzle together… Slowly left wondering what’s right… Presently the gift is piecing this puzzle together… Pieces scattered, but it’s going to be a beautiful picture, I lost the box but I’m sure it’s beautiful … Challenged doubt provides epic story lines… Truth is I am trying the best that I can…


Blah Reads

Alright we write about you or the thoughts that you’d bring to my life. We can’t all be adults and enjoy our free moments in a book, exploring new worlds through the eyes of others. I shall be jealous for once you’ve out paced me in the process to obtain knowledge. Maybe my childish and playful manner will cause me much pain in the future. Welcome to my past, the future will be bright. So judge me on what you see now. Who you believe I am now. This image you’ve painted in your head is the truest form of me you’ll see. You aren’t allowed to get close. This is the best me you’ll see… Childish versions of a man trying to enjoy these new moments of happiness. So do continue to read your books. I don’t envy that… Blah …


All in about the killing of black men. The honesty behind is cold hard facts. We are subjects of our own environment. Shot dead left for hours lifeless. Choked to death. Shots fired. We aren’t feared, we are hunted. Please don’t shoot. Cries for mercy from flesh and blood are we not human, that was once considered property? But freed, we are human. Yet we are profiled and hunted like animals. While some find forgiveness in offering explanations for such injustices. It’s murder. It’s wrong. Doesn’t mean we take it out on all. But we honestly don’t know who to trust and who to fear. They make the same claim. But we can’t paint ourselves in a better light. When media outlets look for crimes committed by blacks. The differences between the white collar crimes and the street crimes are mere words. Is my skin color is objective to harsher treatment? So in fear we live and watch as our people get shot, get arrested. And what we are taught is run to education. Once you’re in that system stay focused and become something. Brainwashed on how to serve corporations. Meanwhile the hoods across America are filled with our mix or good and bad people. Often left uneducated, taught to not trust government, but have to depend on them, our hoods are targeted. We ask how can this turn for the better? How do we become valued? As a black president in office, still we see the levels of racism against him. And we really thought change would come… America knows justice is blind. And whoever has a better argument wins… The less educated fail to raise… We need more people to be aware… We need more blacks to embrace who we are… We have to help each other since we kill each other, and they kill us. We have to change a mindset and help raise above these weak minded socialistic values… We stand here as one #Ferguson … We have a problem… We need answers…


She is what I’m looking for… Somebody I want to stay in my life until I grow old. She isn’t ideal to most but to most I’m not ideal for her. Judging on my present state of mind. I would only begin a sentence with; I am infatuated… Infatuated with the thought of her present. This cursed feeling pains my emotional state of mind. Perplexed by the thought of her, I only long for her to be closer. Slowly, gently pushing her away. I lay. I stay. Begging for her to come closer, embracing this image, scared out my mind. I slowly partake… She is a prospective partner…

Shut her …

I shut her out
No doubt
The yelling
The screaming
That’s what it was all about
The love lost
The angles taken to lose love
I needed myself to be sane
Insane was becoming
Vexed on demoting my excellence
To settle
With this greedy monster
I created
The wealth
Eludes some… The material
Eludes some … The debts
Escapes none…
My problems became me
Bigger than me
I stutter
I… Lo… Ve… U…
Pointing to you…
Things …
Glitz glam
Wants never needs
I… Lo… Ve… U…
Everything liked
Read my words
My actions don’t follow…
End caption…
Her intelligence is brilliant
I shudder
Cause her mind outshines mine
Wealth is in her heart
I fear I have no relevance in there
I shut her …. out


To Be Loved…

Can I love you any less than more?
Can it be my business, life and chore?
After reading the love this love that stuff, I questioned everything. I saw everything answer the more I read. It’s not what I want. It’s what I need. I don’t want your life. I enjoy mine. But reading this guys love letter was genius. I was like where did my heart go. When was it all about me? When did I lose interest in all of her to the point of madness? When she was my life and I’d fight for her? When did that die… I know the date it happened. The minute it happened. And after giving up I ask myself why? After reading this guys love letter I knew I missed up horribly. From being on the edge of quitting, to thinking about how honored he was to be with her… Amazing truly amazing!
Can I love you more than less?
Can your life be my business, life and chore?