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January 23, 2009
May 17, 2007
I should have known better
I should have known better. I’ll give you the rundown. There’s a guy that I’m somewhat cool with. I know him through a friend. Now he rubs me sort of the wrong way because when we were out and I was “workin’ my mojo” he kept coming around messing it all up. Okay, he’s just clueless as to how I operate. . .benefit of the doubt. Then another time he calls me to come over in the middle of the night. I get over there and there are naked females and sex all over the place. Er. . .I don’t do orgies! STD MUCH?!?!
Okay, on with this. This dude calls me and says “Yo this girl I’m trying to see doesn’t want to go out with just me so she’s bringing a friend. The friend won’t come unless I bring someone.” I’m already thinking to myself “If you’re trying to see a female, but she doesn’t want to go out alone with you, she thinks something is wrong with you. If the friend comes along, she’s going to assume I’m just as nutty as this dude.” I assure him “I don’t usually take one for the team, but I’m not doing anything else so I’ll go.”
We go to the Compound (www.compoundatl.com). I swear, these girls drank like they were fish. Anybody that knows me knows that I stopped drinking in 2005. They start making jokes because I don’t drink. I let that slide. The “females” then decided that they were going to rate ever dude that walked by. You judge a man by the clothes or shades he wears? Er.chicken headz!
I finally get to the point where I say look man, I must go home. I have to work in the morning. Now all of a sudden I’m a punk, I can’t hang, etc. No, I just want to get away from you hood rats! They all come up with the idea to go to the movies. I figure hey, the drive-in isn’t too far from my house so why not. Being from NJ, I’d never gown to a drive-in movie before. These “females” that are now drunk decide they want “buttered” (OILED) popcorn. I try to inform them that butter/oil and alcohol don’t mix. They tell me the “fugg off” in their own unique way. Needless to say, about 30 minutes in, one of the “females” decides it’s time to throw up. . .IN THE CAR!
That was enough for me. I got out and walked home. Nice little 5 mile walk or so. Then a few days later the scallywag had the nerve to ask dude for my number. Yeah, my number is 999-NEVERMIND!!!
WELCOME TO THE A!!!
June 20, 2005
June 7, 2005
Okay uh, I had to pull a Donnie Brasco.
Okay uh, I had to pull a Donnie Brasco. Sunday I saw about 20 dudes beating the hell ou of 5 Guats. Poor Guats just came from playing soccer and this project fools jumped them for no reason. It wasn’t like they were trying to rob them, because they didn’t run their pockets. It was just recreational molly whopping. So uh, I DROPPED A DIME ON ‘EM!
I’ve found myself having to call the police a couple of times in the past month or so. These city coons can’t keep there nonsense in the city. That’s fine, creep on out to the surburbs. Thanks to my friends at Classic Pistol, I can deal with the nonsense! 2 SHOTS. . .SPINE THEN A KNEE!!! I’m not trying to clip anybody. I want the person to go on to live a non-productive life until they’re so frustrated with their situation that they put a bullet in their own gawd damn head! I’m not here to get to the root of problems. POP FIRST, then let God figure out the bodies.
Oh yeah, guess who’s coming to visit on Sunday. I’ll give you a hint. BRICK CITY!!! 
May 31, 2005
Welp, I’ve seemed to overlook posting
Welp, I’ve seemed to overlook posting. Well, let’s go over a brief rundown. I think the theme for the year is and has been “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Okay, over the weekend I was traveling like germs out of ya nose when ya sneeze. Unfortunately, the folks I was with decided they wanted to see nasty fat nasty Rueben in concert. T’was fine with me, gave some of us more time to patrol. Oh yeah, I had to give some little chunky bish the verbal business. Apparently she thought she was gonna be able to vent on me b/c people were rippin on her. Yeah okay, don’t let the corny disposition fool you, I’ll cut a bish smoooooooooooooooooooooooth. I guess she thought by saying “my uncle is a blood” that I’d be scared. PICTURE THAT WITH A KODAK! There’s a reason I’m on a first name basis with the staff at the gun range. *thumbs up dudes* Aside from that, I had to read the riot act to this girl from NY. Man, some folks really need to get it together. She’s sitting up here playing jumpoff jedi mind games on some dude that’s been feeling her for a while. Then when he makes the effort to ante up, you toss him aside. Poor fool left all he knew to be on your coat tail (since that’s the vibe you gave him), now you’re throwing him aside for no reason. I know she really didn’t appreciate the fact that I tossed her little stash. Da hell, I’m not gonna allow you to smoke weed in front of me.