Finally

... the Jack has come back ... HOME.

Damn right, after almost a freaking two-year hiatus --
the JACK is BACK!

Lemme just remind you who the fuck gsj is.
I go by many monikers, depending on boobs, mood and massage parlours.
But Daniel Bapakko and Jack stands out like a boner in the Playboy Mansion.

I was born in the 80s, in the Year of the Dragon, so go figure.
I use to waste my parents' money in Innova Jc and waste the government's --
as a senior officer in one of the Home Team Agencies.

I love girls and they never fail to fail me.
Emotionally, physically, spiritually -- the lot.
I do have a dependent now, though.
So girls, it's time for me to fail you!

I love chicken more than girls, but not even for a mill would I bone one.
No, not the calcium kind, I'm talking 'bout the meaty kinda bone.
Laugh it off.

As much as I like it to be, my life is not an open book.
In other words, I dont splash my dick pics all over facebook.
I wished my life was more f***book than f***book.
Guess which is which, bitch.

Oh, and did I tell you for the love of The Game?
Nein, not Neil Strauss' Magician razzmatazz!
More of Pele's football, Lalas' soccer.
That's right -- the game where an obscene amount of full-blooded men run and hurt one another to get a sphere and put in the opposition's net.

Come t' think of it, it' like chasing girls too.
But that, shall be an independent discussion on another day.

Now that you know me enough to call me Jack,
I shant say much further.
I dont wanna be called J. Nor JoJo.

Though I find it imperative I blog my personal growth.
So that in a few years time, post-hiatus, I can re-read my posts
and chart my growth index.
When I say chart, I mean write.
I aint no seafarer, nor a mathematice.

Last I checked, I did not have the licence to kill, w-what, drive.
I did not have a girlfriend. (read: dependent, heh)
I did not have a job.
I did not play regularly.
I hated Apple.
I had fuck-all in my bank.

And I was complaining of smoking.

Here's the dealio, mi amigo, whoever you are.

I'm attached like juke and jive,
And I'm more than allowed to drive;
I use an iPhone not the Android,
And since early Jan, I was employed.

Money come, money go,
Bitches here, i'm rolling the dough;
All is fact, the truth, no shitting,
Fact is, i've quit quitting.

Bear with me,
cuz' i do compre-;
frowns -- show your dismay
at least this isnt as bad as Reb's Friday.

So, there it was.
A wrap to the rap.
And Reb.

Til the smoke clears and dust settle.
My name is Jack.
Thank you for not smoking.