Summer breeze
sure do feel fine,
blowin’ thru the crack
of my behind.
Don’t ask because you really don’t want to know. Just understand how happy I am that I have a loving, supportive ladyfriend who would do anything for me. She knows how stressed a brother be sometimes and she tries to make things easy for me. She bought me tickets for tonight’s KAIJU BIG BATTEL because she knows how much I love that type of shit. One of these years I will compete in the KAIJU as my alter-ego superhero monster. ASSQUATCH.
Saturday night I will go to Brooklyn Museum of Art for a hot second to peep my homey DJ REBORN spin music at the monthly First Saturday event. Artsy Black chicks and their girlfriends go cruising for the fellas at this event. Artsy Black chicks are cool as summer jumpoffs because they don’t require as much money as Black girls with processed hair. Don’t let the artsy broad stick around your apartment past Columbus Day though or she will try to get through the winter with you. Cut and run playas.
I’ll prah’lee see my boy COMBAT JACK with another one of his kids. Everytime I run into CJ at the grown and sexy Black functions he has another child in tow with him. When we politicked at the Lil’ Brother concert he had six kids with him. They were all his sons. He might have 10 kids in total. I blame that on him being Haitian.
ICE-T and BODY COUNT at the Knitting Factory later Saturday night. I am in there like swimwear. I rue the day I left my CD’s in my car and some crackhead stole all my used CD’s. Funkadelic, Primus and Body Count were all sold together for a dollar I’m sure.
Sunday has me back in Brooklyn for my homegirl KEITA and DJ SPINNA’s ‘Prince vs. Michael Jackson’ party. As usual, more beautiful people and good vibes to contend with. I plan on popping some serious tags on Sunday so holler at a player when you see him in the streets.