also, i did LAUGH a lot on my birthday ... gino has been downloading all this old rap, like mack 10 and k-dee (see picture, the spermed-out logo is CLASSIC) and kokane ....
and we seriously die laughing at some of the shit these dudes are saying ... like, in tears, and jp's girl is asleep so we are stifling the laughs which make more tears come .... aw man, i wish i could remember some of the stuff .... dudes would go from totally ripping it to completely falling off ... mack 10 had a line about his boy skeeting on a girl's stomach or something like that (but in grosser detail) .... we are both confident that you should never describe your homeboy's orgasm in a rap song. and k-dee is just ridiculous.
side note: apparently i am the k-dee of Briefcase Rockers, however, because this fool got to do a song with Morris Day (a flip of "Gigolos Get Lonely Too") AND 2 songs with Bootsy! this guy was doing my dream record 14 YEARS AGO!
anyways .... the only other shit worth delving into is this (kinda burnt out so lazy yet carefree ... sorry if i ramble):
i have 2 female roommates now, very nice ladies who speak english pretty decent, we kicked it the other night and puffed hella cigarettes, ate hella cheese, and talked about all types of ish, writing words down to explain things to each other ...
funny shit: i start talking about grey poupon and the old commercials ... cause i said "but of course!" all smarmy and shit, and they have never heard of it. i start explaining that it is bomb ass mustard and they say that the name basically means "grey baby doll" .... we all agree that some fools were probably just trying to come up with a french sounding name, cause that's kinda a weird name for something you are about to eat. but if you look at the jar, it's reppin france hella hard! the commercial too! you got to remember this shit y'all ....
and i told my friend that i felt like i was on Real World: France (there is also the dude who runs this spot hanging out, too. he speaks no english at all) and he told that dude who told them and then i had to explain what it was in simple english like "white guy. black guy. happy girl. sad girl. all in one house. do things together. some love. some fight." and so on and so forth. i told them that my character was "the american musician who doesn't speak french." they were more familiar with Survivor and Big Brother ... in fact, i think the original Big Brother popped off in some euro country ....
also, here is a weird thing. this space we are all in is kinda on some "city loft" type shit ..... a gang of rooms, one bathroom/toilet area, shit all kinda inter-connected .... so i have to literally walk through one girl's room to get to mine, which feels kinda awkward at 3 in the morning. and shit is all, like, windows so if i cut the light on i light her room up a little. maybe people who live in the city are like "shit, fool, all apartments in new york are like that, why you trippin?" but all i know is its some wacky shit to me. but they are cool, for real, so no issues that i see or even want to forsee ...
it's about one in the morning here and i am heated (at least i was an hour ago before i rolled something) cause it's a long, uphill walk/skate from jp's to my spot, and i BUSTED ASS to handle some business and make it to the tram before 11 so i could ride it up the hill, and i buy a ticket (like, $2.50, only good for one trip) right as the tram is getting there. so relieved. old drunk dude is trying to fuck with me. like one other person in the car. i brush him off, sit down, and chill, so stoked i caught the trolley, put some Dizzee Rascal on the iPod in case i need to get hard for whatever reason ..... then i realize that i got on the WRONG FUCKING TRAM. and i realize this just as its taking its turn off the main drag ... now not only is it taking me farther from where i need to go, but i have barely made any progress on it ... AND i am now missing the last train going to where i want to be. finally a stop comes up and i get off, being the guy just walking down the street going "FUCK! FUUUUUUCK!!" and you think to yourself "what the hell is HIS problem?" that guy.
huevos out.
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