Imz Gets it Done

11/10/25

I want to stand up, point directly at the ground, and looking straight ahead, exclaim, “LIFE!”.

And earlier this morning I wanted to start with:

Life is difficult. Sometimes the things that make you, break you.

That is, until I exchanged texts with a person I felt free enough to express myself with. In my my militant joy I gained the optimistic understanding that it’s the things that break us that also shape us to adapt, survive, and win.

Mamba mentality on apathy. Yeah, mamba mentality. I binged watched Kobe Hooptapes yesterday while I worked out. I had come to the realization earlier that day that my number one priority in life, the thing that should be most important to me and everyone in my humble opinion, is health. The thing that’s at the top of my list. Anyone with chronic pain would agree, I have to assume. But I’ll cut that tangent short, and rap on something I guess I need to do although I don’t necessarily want too. I don’t know why I feel the need to do it, but if I don’t— cut it short: the journey needs to be documented. For the infinitely inescapable hold mortality has on me. 1-0 existence.

“By the [passage of] time, mankind is in [a state of] loss, except those who have faith, do good, and urge each other to the truth, and urge each other to perseverance.”
(Quran, 103)

I’m exaggerating about the 1-0, in fact my plan is to thirty life. as in 3-0 life, Imz 3, life 0. I’M GOING TO 30 LIFE. That’s battle rap terminology. Voices in my head saying, ‘life is an experience! You can’t be against life”. & they are right, but I can 30 the experience, the experience can be the 30 I walk away with. And that’s how I’m gonna walk around. That’s awesome. *Someone screams in New York levels of obnoxiousness*

‘CAN A 6’2 27-YEAR OLD INCREASE HIS VERT FROM BARELY MISSING THE RIM TO DUNKING (ON A DUNKER EVEN)’ is the name of this post. The first in a cascade of wonderful journeyed steps.

That’s the specific goal but it’s part of a larger one to just upgrade my life in every aspect. But like I said earlier, we’re prioritizing health to be capable of doing more and being more.

So, in the name of documentation:

Age: 26 (two weeks from 27)
Height: 6′ 1.5
Weight: 134 lbs
Sleep Quality: Not Good
Bank Account: …
Job: Part time at Jimmy Johns and hours getting cut
SR (iykyk): 3 weeks and counting…

me. (there was a photo here but due to the intimate details of the post after this, I removed it)

I am currently envisioning a future where I am 10 times healthier, sexier, richer, and more powerful. I don’t have a taste for luxury. I have a taste for community and self preservation. If my sis doesn’t have to worry about the cost of an ambulance to obtain a ride to the hospital when she has a seizure, then that’s what having a million dollars will be good for. Health. That’s what I’m doing it for.

Anyways, to go from looking that skinny and with a pennyless job to jacked and a millionaire is, ‘wishful thinking’. Right now you’re probably wondering… what’s my plan? I don’t know. I’m taking it one step at a time.

Firstly, today I’ll work out. I’ve been getting calories in here and there. Consciously eating more. If yesterday was day one, then day two is going just fine so far. Except that in the morning I felt too sick to go in to work even as I was forcing myself to go, and then I got a text from my manager saying, “It’s too slow”, meaning not to come in anyways. That was a blessing honestly because the free time today means more to me than that sh*tty paycheck but still, having the pocket change makes up for being completely broke.

I don’t expect to feel sick too much more because I quit my other job at Jersey Mike’s that was making me feel really sick everyday (I have a super sensitive gluten allergy and there was bread dust everywhere). Why I am I working at sandwich shops? That’s another story but just know I’m trying to make a career change.

Do I expect to be poor much more? That’s a harder question, but if I’m going to 30 this life, the answer is a distinct, NO. No, I don’t expect to be poor much more. I expect to be making 500$ an hour. I had never been that gung ho about earning money before– I always figured I would have a lot of it anyways from my career as a rockstar… The crazy part is it’s the thing I feel most capable of accomplishing. WTF am I doing then now???? Oh yeah, I need some short term money now to move out for my MENTAL health, and figuring that out is taking up a large portion of my energy. Eff it, I’ll lay it out all here.

I also want to go to law school this upcoming year, so I’ll need an evening job that makes good money while I study to work in a space that earns me that paycheck. But like I said I feel I can earn that money off music; I’m going to law school for my own activist aspirations. Not the money. Maybe both. Either way I suppose I’ll have to be a public persona to earn that money and have that impact one way or another. The thing about going to law school is that I do NOT have two relationships with professional working people that are strong enough to request a recommendation letter. I have one, I think. And I’m working on building a relationship with another that hopefully I can leverage in a few months with enough time to apply before the Law school admissions deadline.

Anyways, that’s a side goal for me. The poet music maker stuff is number one. After health of course. But, yeah all this is a balancing act and actually the real number two priority in my life right now, is finding a stable job with anything other than a pittance for the pay. It goes like this:

1. Health
2. Waiting job at high end restaurant or entry level corporate job in Administration and Development (I think I can make myself attractive for that)
3. Building relationship with A.
4. Battle rap community arts involvement (I’ve been behind)
5. Poet music stuff
6. Not quitting Jimmy John’s because it’s my dying light of financial hope.

So maybe my dream goal is actually number five on the list of my priorities… “LIFE!”. I got faith It’ll get bumped on the list soon enough. *’I Am Controlled By Your Love’ by Helene Smith eerily starts playing on the speakers in this Chipotle I’m sitting at… It’s wonderful*

Alright so I’ll get to those job applications for the rest of today (4:48pm).

I am excited, for LIFE!