nice

This is pretty cool...and shit

This is pretty cool...

It's serious.

We don't got cats sporting five fucking crews claiming sets and banging other cities; we got a family of few. An army of the strong. A krew and a clique. If you don't rock circles and flaunt bullshit in competitions you might be on a short list to the top but you lost sight of the real spot. The circles is where we be recking shit heavier than any other, calling cats out and hurting y'all brothers.

This is why i say RSK all day.

To Get Ready For Friday

Black Friday...

..the day I was visisted by He Who Thirsts.

4:31am: In line at Ultimate Electronix(names have been changed to protect the guilty). I was number 31 in line from the door. That means there were people up earlier than I was to get inside. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry for their poor souls. A pimply kid just post puberty comes out all bundled up like it's fucking ten below freezing telling us that there's only thirty(fucking 3o!!) tvs available inside. My mind immediately drifts towards mass homicide and various acts of cannibalism. Better judgement-or exhaustion-stays my hand and I gear up for work at 5:30.

5:45am: work. It usually sucks at this hour of the day seieng as how the fucking sun isn't even up yet but the shittyness is compounded further by the fact that I didn't get my fucking TV. I curse Ultimate Electronix' mother and suffer through 8 hours of exhausted half-assed work.

1-Something pm: I'm free from the hell that is inadvertent naked man viewing!! I immediatly zoom-well more like shuffle seeing how I drive a civic lx-to wallmart, Target, and Best Buy. All sold out save for Target. They have a deal going that if you open a target card they give you 10% off of the tv. I'm immediately down on my knees thanking whoever is listening in Heaven..or hell..for my good fortune. I fill out the paperwork and the shit comes back with "Needs further processing". I start to cry right there in front of Ashley my friendly Target sales rep who's not a day over 16. She says I can buy it now and once the card is pushed trhough further processing I'd get my 10% off. I tell her she's a fucking idiot if she thinks I'm getting suckered into that shit. It would, in effect, defeat the point of even opening the card. I politely tell her to blow me and walk out.

2:37pm: I cry alone in my room. I hate you all.

The end.

Listen. Read. Learn.

...and get over your pathetic self in the process.

East Village Radio Is Better Than The Crap You Listen To

Me x Jappy

Hahahah. Man, I lost it.

Bill, just handle it.

If it made more sense, I'd be a bigger fan....

...but since it doesn't...

Comme Our Way: I just don't get it but it's something to watch.

Shameless plug for the big kid who, although he sports undftd, is a pretty fucking funny guy;

Site: Comme Our Way


Side Note:

Vegas has a funny way of making you materialistic. It's like how having the hiv or herpes must be like: you never know you're infected until you catch yourself lusting the new 3 series and uptight bitches with inflatable fake tits.

After reading that I doubt having the hiv or herpes would be anything like lusting after fake tits or 3 series beamers. Just an afterthought...

Recommendation: Get the fuck out of town for a bit. Go to a real city that has a metro transit that's worth a shit and grab some food from a restaurant that isn't in a casino. You'll thank me once you get back and feel instantly better about driving your '96 Kea.

A Must Have

This shit is sick

Would it still be safe to stay?

Last year was one of our better years.

It's okay to look back and second guess. I see the end of the summer like a starter gun. It was the new beginning. The restart of tomorrow. I feel it's been a long time since her eyes have met with mine and I'm glad she made up her mind. i wish I had something more to give to those brief fleeting memories; A smile, a nod, a good day maybe. A captured moment from when I was younger, the fire never abating as I forged forward into my current place its fuel a mixture of what was and what might be. It would be nice to look back and say that I proved myself right. I would be nice to look back and say that everything that's been done was for a reason; an unsalable truth that led me onward to what's right. That'd be nice to know. Unfortunately all I really have are those lost uncaptured yesterdays as proof to myself that they happened. I wish I had something to convey the senses of my youth. I want for nothing save proof to my children and myself that I lived with everything I had to give. It always seems that I watch people leave my life with the setting of the sun. Their backs turning to face their own futures but with our time a moment of escaped predominance, a safe memory of what was something to build on. I really can't dream anymore since those days have left. I've become stale air in a confined room; not moving and nowhere to go. I don't miss her nearly as much as I miss the smell of her hair on the other side of the bed. I miss her singing me to sleep.

Last year really was one of my better years.

How to Properly Promote Child Labor!!

PSA

I Sport A Range

For all it's worth..

...I know I act like a tough asshole most of the time-and in reality I'm more of an asshole than a tough guy-but today I have something I really need to speak on a Manhood tip. Jappy might be pregnant. I think I'm ready to be a dad and to be honest it's about fucking time it happened anyways. I think she'd be a good mother and we're for damn sure ready to settle down together if it does end up happening. The kid will be born here and raised in PI. It makes more sense and I'm cool with the plan if it does end up coming to pass. What is driving me fucking crazy is the idea that I'm 25 and want so much more from my life than a wife, a kid, a family and a spot. I want infamy. It sounds hella fucked up; burning the idea of permenant content for the life of couch hoping and worrying about ends but it's where I'm at. I want to go. I want to walk into a cypher somewhere and have complete fucking strangers know that I'm the motherfucker who's gunna' run shit. I want to boys to be able to do the same. I'm tired of kids games when it comes to this dancing thing and I really wanna push myself and those around me to higher heights. It's time we walked that diverging path and took ownership of ourselves and what we have to give.

So it ends at one question I'm posing to everyone who claims the fame: you ready for what's next?

12hours for infamy

2:13pm: Sportie LA calls about the Yo! MTV Raps. They're in. They're on hold. To get em I have to burn to LA.

3:26pm: Soulrane gets the call. It's me. I'm in hysterics. I needed a new change of pants because I got the news I was hoping for all week. He's down. We're ready to burn and widen the ozone hole. LA is an imperative.

3:48pm: Traffic getting on the 15. So far and I'm already sweating. Deadline till Sportie LA closes is 4 hours and 22minutes.

4:13pm: On the phone fishing for buyers in the Melrose area. We come up horribly short but with contacts to people pretty far up the HipHop food chain. Poe1 got the call to grab our kicks before the spot closed. He however never got back to us. I'm trying to keep it together for the betterment of upper GI track and the shitty upholstery on my '02 civic.

5:36pm: Baker. Gas. $13 Beefjerky. Vitamin Water. Gone.

6:38pm: We're ass deep in kittens as I'm sweating felines and stinking up the car with beefjerky/nervous farts over making the close time. Bob Marley comes on the radio. Everything Is Gunna' Be Alright...so says the guy who died of cancer.

7:24pm: We're in L.A. officially. I'm still farting kittens and Soul's getting the haps for afterwards on the record. We're slotted to meet Dani at her crib then grab some food. The thought of eating at this point induces uncontrollable flatulence. I seriously pity Soul's nostrils. We're doing 90+. A mission. We acknowledge to the clerk at Sportie LA that, yes, we know we're fucking crazy.

8:06pm: Soul's in the spot. I'm parking the shivic(shitty civic). I somehow can't recall anything within the span of the last ten minutes as I illegally park and brave retarded melrose traffic. Full body casts be damned. I'm getting the fucking shoes.

8:07pm: They're on the counter waiting for me. The box a lexicon for everything right in the twisted little world. They're a beacon of hope that advertises for me not to doubt the desire and will of another human being to brave insane traffic fines, possible death and definite intestinal problems if the drive to obtain is truly strong within. I ignore the dunks, the Adidas, the priceless vintage Pro-Keds and I bomb ass of teakettle to pay. They're in the bag. I'm getting some fucking pizza. Your Tuesday never knew that kind of acceleration.

9-12am: We fart around LA. Video doc to come.

the MTV PUMA trip.

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I love how..

...this summer came to close yet the heat stayed up.

...best friends catch feelings and hold grudges over misunderstandings.

...I'm surrounded by women but none of them come cheap.

...I'm failing school without stepping foot in the classroom.

...My job pays me enough to get by not enough to make it worth staying.

...I'm a contributor to a blog and yet I'm too scared to contribute.

...My world is changing yet again and this time it's not at a casual pace.

...I could do so much if I had just a little more.

...My shampoo smells.

...my new glasses make me actually look my age.

...Jappy's leaving and she's probably made me happier than most of the people I know.

...This entry made no relevant sense.

...nobody will read it and care.

...everyone is wearing "the uniform" now regardless of taste.

...Fiberops brought quality back.

...everyone follows but very few lead.

...I know most of the people who follow.

...I know very few people who lead.

...All of my friends always need something that requires immediate attention.

...none of them seem to rely on themselves.

...they everyone can't seem to quit destructive behavior.

...everyone falls into the same problems again and again.

...you actually spent the time to read this.

wiFly

Oldies and New Tae

Do This, This Way

Love em all, trust a few, fear none.

Love your neighbor as you would yourself but choose your neighborhood.

I realized tonight that I can seriously do better with the decisions I make concerning the people I keep around me. I can't get mad at anyone for being themselves and playing right into character flaws I knew they already had. All I can do is say the blame is mine and I'll carry it. Get under my skin once it's on you. Do it twice and it's my fault. Right now I can only blame myself for allowing other people's bullshit effect me.

I'm kind of done playing along. If you slow me down than I'm going past you.

Thanks Tru Rock

One of the best summers of my life.

I didn't do everything I wanted to but what I did do was worth the effort and regret of not getting to everything else. Long live sweltering summer days, periodic work shifts and girls with no underwear!!

So I won't forget:

Fuckit

..let's fight and forget tonight

With that out of the way I plan on enjoying my life. Thank you mid twenties. I hope I live em up because I bet I won't see thirty.

When I was Young I knew Everything

..Now all I know is that i don't.

I've been here for five years. Two years were Iris'. Two were growing up. We'll talk about the last one when it's done. As for Jappy and the women who've filled the gap; well, I tried not to slip but I can't be held responsible for as I look back everyone has had a piece of the light that She lit some ten years ago. Someone once said you only get three great women in your life. I personally, think you only get one which the standard is set and a list of others that embody a sliver of the radiance your Great One brought into you world.

I'm not Hemingway. This isn't the Great American Novel. I won't have lines of poetic justice stretching on for pages and pages. I can't imagine the rolling hills of Montana in a way that'll move or somehow create prose that'll empower your soul to endeavor to better things. All I have is what I do and this running chronicle of my life. I'd group us in this work but in reality you don't know me or what I'm talking about. I write this for the one's who can't, the disenchanted youth of tomorrow in a hope that one day it might stand the test of the digital ages and help one kid somewhere get through.

Jesus Killed Nana

Do what the eldars say..

...love em all. Trust a few. Fear None.

Last night was Bloodsport. We were living the golden years of our youth out on the cold cement floor and artistic ceilings of TAO like the force of a thousand storms. Words have weight but when something so fragile is uttered, the delicate balance it needs for temporarily can shatter. Just know that if you weren't us last night, you damn sure wish you were.

Saw this again...

...and I had to redo it. Man this shit is funnier than it was the first time around. Funny part is that I met the cats that did this when I was in NY.

Beer Fish and Assjacks.

So Funny

We're Getting Old