Five years ago today, I attended my first furry convention - Mephit Fur Meet 9. This is a song about that day. From Orange and Black: The Furst Album, available on FurPlanet and on iTunes and elsewhere on the Internet...

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Dateline: September 3rd, 2005

Now it's time for the game-changing play of the day. The game's been changed forever. And from what I hear, Bob, forever's a mighty long time...

Dateline: September 3rd, 2005. Five days after Miss Katrina did her drive-by. Based on a true story, never sci-fi. Workaholic boy, never had a life. I was map lead, tracking cell towers and hurt, but who cares about a phone when you're in a dome gettin' murk'd? From afar, but I was so close... growing up, cold hood surrounded by no hope, stray bullets through the project walls was no joke. I used dictionaries and fiction to go cope. Now I'm grown, and at work on a Saturday? Nope! Got plans this weekend, gotta go. So I packed my bags and hit the road, crossed the Muddy River more nervous than ever before. Five shivers later I exit at Airport. Holiday Inn Select -- aww, there it go...

The start of the rest of my life...

My life, at a stand, a junction - my past flew past in a flash like a Janet malfunction... Shy guy, snuck in from the back, walked up on more suits than Men in Black. Called up Ashley in Rogers, used the phone as a wall; I'm too scared to be bothered. I thought that I was furry but I'm feeling so plain. I'm looking like another mundane. Went to registration, didn't want to use my online name...

"Say what? HeezyTiger? Maan, that's lame"

Dealers' den, bought a tail and a set of ears. Wandered in the halls like a snail drinking seven beers. Nine lives, four pawprints and seven fears - This the place that I've been searching for for seven years! All those prayers, they must have found Heaven's ears. Only got a one-day pass, but I'm forever here. At the concert, we all feel it; I'm in the back writin' lyrics enveloped by like spirits...

"Hey, where you stayin', what's your room digits?"

I'm like, two hours away, didn't plan to stay, but here I was now, fighting the urges to go play, tendencies held back like the levees that broke way. No room reserved where I could lay, but guess who was back at the con the next day?

The start of the rest of my life...

My life, full of sutures and stitches, Like Michael J. Fox took me back to a future of scritches... From left field to right up top, with the motivation capable to set up shop. Now to reach down to my hip and set up hop. Two years, the Furst Album's done! I don't care if it flop, the Furst Album won. And trust me, this will be my worst album, son, 'cause the flows get better. So do the tones. I ain't stoppin' 'til ya bro gets on your DVD's, CD's, radios and phones. Might as well go on tour cause no furs were at home around here, And I didn't think I could cope... The same week I met with AC and the Yotes. Had a meet the next month, I could see that I know that a tiger's solitary but he's never alone. It's like everything in life just turned arounded as soon as Central Arkansas Furs was founded. Now I'm all surrounded by friends unbounded. It's like Archimedes:

EUREKA, I FOUND IT!

The start of the rest of my life...

My life!